Tony’s face broke out in the sunniest smile she had ever seen on a child as he said, “Yes, mama!” His smile turned into a small frown as the thought of what his psychiatrist would say. “But.. but what will my doctor say when he finds out you let me suck my thumb and wear diapers?”
Ruth patted him on the rump and said, “Silly baby! I just told you he was over here yesterday and saw you sitting on the floor in your diapers and sucking your thumb! Now go over to the breakfast table so I can fix your breakfast for you. You’d like eggs and bacon for breakfast, I suppose?”
Tony grinned again and said, “Yes, mama!”
Tony’s mother made him bacon and eggs for breakfast as promised, letting him feed himself. Although she did insist on pinning a kitchen towel around his neck to use as a bib. Tony was a little disappointed that she didn’t give him a bottle of formula to drink with his meal, but when he finished, she gave him a baby bottle filled with chocolate milk to drink while he was watching TV. She spread an old blanket on the floor for him and Jay-Jay to sit on and did her chores while the two of them sat in their diapers watching cartoons.
Around midmorning Jay-Jay pooped in his diaper and Tony changed him for his mother. A few minutes later, Tony was surprised to discover that he was a little wet too and went to his mother to report for his own diaper change after putting Jay-Jay in his playpen. Ruth was busy in the kitchen and told him to wait a few minutes, she’d change him as soon as she was finished with the pots and pans. He was walking back to the family room to watch TV until she was ready to change him when something strange happened to him. Suddenly his bowels cut loose and he pooped in his diaper with no warning! His bladder followed suit and seconds later he was wearing a diaper that was both dirty and dripping. He sank to his knees and crawled the last few feet to the blanket and began to cry. He had only wanted to play at being a baby, now he realized that mama was right! He’d HAVE to wear diapers now! Ruth rushed in the room to see why he was crying. She found him on his hands and knees on the blanket with tears running down his cheeks. Ruth knelt beside him and said, “What’s wrong, baby? Can mama help?”
“I…I pooped in my diaper!”, he said in humiliation.
“I see you did,” she said, smelling a dirty diaper and looking at the way his sodden diaper was drooping between his legs.
“Now I’ll have to wear them all the time!”, he said anguished at the thought of being treated like a baby all the time. He wanted to play at being a baby, not be cared for like one because his behavior required it.
“Well,” his mother said sympathetically, “you’ll have to wear them until you’re potty trained again. That’s for sure. Come on, Honey. Roll over on your back and mama will change your diaper.”
He sniveled as she cleaned him up and put him in a fresh diaper. She reached in her pocket and took out his pacifier and said, “Cheer up, Honey! Here! Suck on this, it’s not so bad! You’ll feel better in a little while, I promise.”
“You’re….You’re not mad at me for pooping in my diaper?”, he blubbered.
“Of course not, Honey. Mama told you she loves you, dirty dydees and all,” she said with a smile. She tickled playfully him on his tummy and before long he was giggling and squealing happily. She helped him to a sitting position and said, “It’s time for your nap, Tony. We’re going to go clothes shopping for you this afternoon and I don’t want you to get overly tired.”
“But it’s too early to sleep mama! I can’t go to sleep this early!”, he whined.
“Come on, Tony. You don’t want to get paddled, do you?”, she asked jokingly.
A hurt look came over his face and he said seriously, “You aren’t going to spank me with a hairbrush, are you mama?”
“I was thinking more of a swat across your diaper-padded fanny with my hand if you don’t get moving,” she told him with a grin.
“Ohhh….,” he said with a brightening look. “I guess naughty babies do get swatted on their behinds, don’t they mama?”
“That’s right, Tony. Now come on and mama will get you tucked in bed.”
