We had only just started eating lunch when Joey leaned over to his Mom and whispered something. Mommy Beth then nudged her husband and softly said, “Your son needs you.”
Daddy Phil, with a chicken finger hanging out of his mouth, looked at Joey and started to get up. I guessed right; Joey had soiled himself and wanted to be changed. As he was standing up, Daddy Phil looked at me and I knew what he was thinking.
I rattled my head from side to side vigorously but tightly so as not to draw unnecessary attention my way.
The cool thing about swim diapers is that they don’t act exactly like real disposable diapers. First off, they don’t really keep the pee in. They are designed to keep your poop in and let fluids pass. I had figured this out on my own after the first time in the water and noticing that the diaper hadn’t swelled up like disposables do when wet.
I suppose I should tell you how I know that disposable diapers swell up when you get into the water. Gosh, I really don’t want to tell you this; but I will. You see, one weekend, sometime in the middle of the school year, John had only just put me into a fresh diaper when I went downstairs, sat at the table and promptly spilled a whole class of Coke down my front.
Without being told to do so, I went to change my clothes and get washed so that I wouldn’t be all sticky. However, since I was wearing a clean, dry diaper I didn’t want to have to ask to have a new one put on me after I washed, so I decided to wear the diaper into the shower. Not one of my more brilliant ideas but hey, now I know; right? And now you know why I didn’t want to bring it up. Anyway by the time I climbed out of the shower the diaper had swelled to at least twice its size and I ended up having to have John come back up to my room and re-diaper me yet again. Boy he sure teased me a lot about that, but I knew that he was only having a little fun with me.
