| Title: | Jacob Marks- The Big Baby | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Riley | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 14 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 03/14/10 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 0 (0%) |
Hi, My name is Jacob marks and I admit I am a TB but no one knows, not even my father, and here's my story: I woke up like every other morning, went downstairs, saw my dad and said, �good morning� and ate breakfast. You see, my mom is in jail for life because she murdered someone and that someone was very famous. But this morning was weird. My dad wasn�t even downstairs; he was in the guest room working on something. I opened the door but my dad blocked my way and I asked, �What's going on?� but he just said nothing and gave me some pills and he said to take them as they help me grow taller. I really tried anything to get taller so I poured I cup of OJ and took the pill. When I woke up I was in a blue room and in a bed no the bed a had a gate on the side and I noticed I was IN a crib with a diaper on in a sleeper the first thing that came to my senses was cry I don�t know why but my brain said to cry so I cried and DADA came in the room and told me in baby talk, �You cant hide a secret from daddy, and those pills make you act like baby.� I didn�t understand what he said but I still cried LOUDER. But DADA put a paci in my mouth and lifted me up into his arms. He checked if my diaper was wet but no, it wasn�t. Dada took off my sleeper and changed me into a car shirt, overalls, and baby sketchers and carried me down stairs and outside and put me in a car seat and put my stroller in the back. In the car I dozed sucking my pacifier but then we hit a HUGE pothole causing my pacifier to fall on the floor and leaving me pacifier-less and CRYING. I kept screaming �DADA....PACI!� but I couldn�t get it out because I was sobbing. I ended up crying all the way to the mall. But when my dad opened the back car door I stopped crying. He had a warm bottle of milk in his hand and left it on the seat and went to the trunk to get the stroller. He lifted me off the car seat and into the stroller. He gave me the bottle and I began drinking it. When we were in the department stores (Mostly baby stores) DADA was looking for clothes and diapers and other baby supplies. I just sat there until we passed the toy aisle in one of the stores. An Elmo toy caught my attention and I gazed at it and Dada looked at me and we met eyes and he saw the innocence in my eyes and how much I wanted that toy. So he said, "What the heck" and gave me the Elmo bear. I nuzzled it and giggled. Next thing I knew I was in my playpen in the living room also in a wet and poopy diaper and dada wasn�t in sight so a chill went through my body and I started to cry, yelling ....DADA....DADA. And soon enough he was hear in an instant he was in the backyard! I giggled at how he looked and he noticed my dirty diaper and took me upstairs in his arms and changed me.