Summary: Know-it-all boy gets put in his place..

KNOW-IT-ALL DONNY

Part One

	When I turned eight years old mom and dad had to go to Brazil for 
work. They did not want to take me with them so they made an 
arrangement with my aunt. Aunt Betty had three boys herself. I have 
never met them because they live in southern Texas outside of a small 
town. Aunt Betty ran a daycare that had a private school for kids from 
a few months through sixth grade, or twelve years old. Mom told me it 
would be fun because my cousins are all younger than me that I could 
have fun playing with them.
	I asked how old they were. Mom said Bobby is just two, Sammy is 
four, and Ryan is six. I asked if they wet the bed every night like me. 
Mom said she does not know but it would be OK my aunt would work it out 
so I would be comfortable. I asked when I would be going there; mom 
said after school lets out next week. I had a week to get ready and say 
bye to all my friends. No one here but mom and dad knew about my 
bedwetting; it was a family secret.
	Mom has let me take care of my bedwetting by letting me just 
change my wet pajamas and taking a bath. She would change my 
bedclothes. She said it was just a little problem that I needed to 
learn to take care of myself. She always said she would take care of 
the house, meaning my bed clothes. Every night I would put my pajamas 
on over my regular underwear and get in bed. I thought if I could just 
start having dry nights I could wear my pajamas to eat breakfast in, in 
the morning.
	The week went by so fast. We were on our way to Texas before I 
knew it. Mom packed only my clothes, no toys. Mom said Aunt Betty has 
plenty of toys, she did not want more. Two days later after one motel 
stay we arrived at Aunt Betty�s house. It was the biggest house for 
miles-- three stories with an attic. The house was once a hotel but now 
it is a school and family home. It was mid afternoon. There were about 
twenty kids playing in the yard ranging in age two years old to eleven, 
all boys except the eleven-year-old girl. The girl was taking care of a 
two year old boy.
	Mom and dad could stay only an hour. They had to turn in the 
rental car and catch their flight to Brazil. While my parents talked to 
Aunt Betty I got to know the kids. I knew how to Rollerblade, 
skateboard, swim, ride a bike, climb anything as high as you could go-- 
I knew it all. I soon learned every one of the kids was potty trained 
except the two-year-old Judy the eleven-year-old was caring for. They 
said diaper babies stay inside most of the time. When they come out to 
play they play over to where Judy was standing. It was a fenced-in play 
yard with baby toys all over the place. Some toys were large enough for 
even me to play on but way too babyish for me to even want to play on. 
There was an outhouse in the back corner of our side of the yard. They 
told me that it is the potty for us to use. I ran to the potty as I 
needed to pee because I needed to go all the time. I needed to pee as 
soon as we pulled in the driveway; that was ten minutes ago.
	My parents said goodbye to me as they drove away. I cried a 
little but returned to having fun with the other kids. Four hours later 
only three boys were left-- my three cousins Bobby, Sam, and Ryan. Aunt 
Betty called us in the Dinner. Bobby and Sammy sat in their highchair; 
Ryan sat in a booster seat. Aunt Betty pointed to a chair, �this is 
your seat if you don�t spill, but if you spill that will be your seat,� 
as she pointed at a highchair against the wall.
	I sat down to eat, watching Bobby being fed by Ryan while Sammy 
was being fed by my aunt. We quietly finished our meal. Aunt Betty 
cleaned Bobby�s face and released him from the highchair telling us she 
need to change Bobby�s diaper. Before she left she cleaned Sammy�s face 
he was not that messy. Aunt Betty released Sammy. He told his mommy he 
don�t need to potty, he is a big boy. Ryan led me to the playroom where 
they had all kinds of toys to play with.
	When Bobby came to the room I said I need to potty. Ryan told 
Bobby to show Donny the potty. Bobby grabbed my hand and led me to the 
bathroom. The bathroom was big it had three toilets and a potty chair. 
The bath tub was big enough for three eight- or nine-year-olds. There 
were four sinks to wash your hands and four towel racks. The first big 
potty was so tall I would have trouble sitting on it so I picked the 
middle sized potty. I told Bobby to go away; he left the room. I 
finished pooping, wiped my butt, pulled up my pants and washed my 
hands. I ran out of the bathroom to have more fun playing with my 
cousins until bedtime.
	Aunt Betty called us to bed. Bobby and Sammy had a room next to 
Ryan and me. The room had two twin-sized beds and a twin size crib with 
high sides. There were two other small rooms that I saw when I went 
potty. They looked like baby rooms with big cribs and things. Ryan�s 
room had two twin-size beds. My bed was on the opposite side of the 
room from Ryan�s bed. I looked for my pajamas. Aunt Betty showed me 
where she put all my clothes. I was afraid to ask my Aunt what happens 
if I wet the bed, so I kept quiet about it.
	Then I saw Sammy come into our room dressed only in thin cloth 
diapers and puffy plastic pants looking like a big baby. I was so 
shocked; I did not say a word. Aunt Betty said, �Come on, Sammy, time 
to get you in your crib.� They left the room with me still in shock, 
not saying a word. When Aunt Betty returned she turned out the light to 
Bobby and Sammy�s room. Then she tucked Ryan and me in for the night 
just like she did Sammy and Bobby. Aunt Betty turned out the light and 
closed the door.
	I whispered to Ryan, �Why was Sammy wearing diapers?� I said to 
Ryan. I thought the crib was for Bobby. Ryan said if you wet the bed 
once you wear Pull-ups for a month. If you are dry for that month you 
get your underwear back. If you wet two nights in a row you get 
diapered and sleep in a crib for a month. If you wet your night diaper 
you must wear Pull-ups during the day without pants covering them up to 
show everyone what a baby you are. If you are wearing Pull-ups you must 
play in the baby play yard. Pull-ups mean you need potty training so 
every hour someone will sit you on the potty and you must go potty 
before you can get up. But that is only if you are still a big baby bed 
wetter. �Yeah,� I said. Only little babies wet the bed.
	I was so scared I did not want to go to sleep because I was 
afraid I would wet my bed, but I quickly fell asleep. The next morning 
I woke up dry; was I ever relieved I was afraid that I would wet my bed 
for the next week. After I had been at my aunt�s house for a month I 
figured I was now dry at night and felt safe and relaxed going to bed 
knowing I would wake up dry. Since the month was up Sammy has been back 
to sleeping in a big boy bed.
	Each day I would show my cousin that I was better at everything 
than they were. When Sammy wet his bed two months later he had to wear 
Pull-ups again I started to tease him. I was calling Sammy �the big 
baby�. Bobby was being potty trained the same day Sammy started to wear 
Pull-ups at night. Bobby wore just cloth training pants under his 
pajamas unlike Sammy, wearing baby-style Pull-ups.
	The last night Sammy need Pull-ups came and I was really teasing 
him getting him to cry all day right up until bedtime. That night I 
went to bed just like the last three months, but this was the night my 
baby ways returned and I soaked the bed and was sound asleep when Aunt 
Betty pulled my covers off. Aunt Betty said, �DONNY! LOOK what happened 
to you!� Ryan looked over at me and started to laugh. Sammy ran into 
the room, followed by Bobby. My cousin�s were all laughing at me as my 
aunt led me to the bathroom. My aunt removed my wet clothes as I was 
crying and whimpering so much I could not help myself. I was given a 
bath, just like Sammy when he was wet his bed a week ago.
	Aunt Betty finished my bath, dressed me in my daytime play 
clothes. At breakfast Aunt Betty told me what would happen when it was 
my bedtime tonight. My cousins all had big smiles on their faces as 
they looked at me. I felt so small, knowing that I would be wearing 
Pull-ups in front of my cousins.
	I played quietly as far away from the others as I could. When 
lunch came I had to eat with them and their smiles and giggles. The day 
went by very slowly for me as I had no one to play with.
	Dinner was slow, too, with my cousin�s always staring or smiling 
at me, knowing I would be wearing baby underwear very soon. They knew 
they were going to sleep as big boys; I was going to sleep like a baby. 
I played alone while my cousins played with their toys together. Before 
I knew it Aunt Betty called me to my room. My aunt led me to the 
bathroom and removed all my clothes. Then she put baby cream all over 
my privates and rear end. I smelled like a baby as Aunt Betty held a 
pair of Pull-ups with Big Bird on the front telling me to step in. I 
whimpered as I stepped in the Pull-up. As soon as I did up they went 
without a problem. The Pull-ups were the thickest thing I have ever had 
on. Then she put the nursery-print sleeper on me that zipped up the 
back. I looked in the mirror and saw a big baby looking back.
	I walked to my bed. By that time my cousins were already dressed 
for bed. My cousin�s were giggling I was crying all the way. Aunt Betty 
tucked me in my bed as I watched my cousin get tucked in, too. I turned 
over to face the wall so I did not have to face them. I fell asleep 
before they were in bed. That night I soaked my Pull-up big time. The 
next morning I woke up. Not ever wearing Pull-ups, I did not know what 
a wet one feels like; I thought I was still dry. I was smiling. I was 
so relieved I did not wet for a second night as I did not want to wear 
Pull-ups all day.
	My cousins were all waiting for me to get up when I opened my 
eyes. They knew Aunt Betty would be in to check in a few minutes. A few 
seconds passed when Aunt Betty opened the door and walk over to me. She 
told me to stand up so she could remove my sleeper to check my diaper. 
She unzipped the sleeper, letting it fall to my ankles. I did not know 
why my cousin started to giggle until Aunt Betty said, �I guess we have 
a new baby here.� I was told I would now have to wear night diapers and 
sleep a crib.
	I started to cry as Aunt Betty removed my sleepers from my ankles 
and led me to the bathroom for my bath. My wet Pull-up was torn from my 
sides and thrown into the trash. Aunt Betty bathed me just like 
yesterday, but this time after my bath she put a Pull-up on me before 
she dressed me in toddler style clothes with snaps in the crotch. I did 
not realize the overalls had snaps until I was put in the highchair for 
my breakfast.
	Sammy fed me my breakfast after Aunt Betty put my bib on me. I 
looked just like a big toddler as I at getting food all over my face 
the tray and floor. I need to poop just like every morning of my life. 
I asked Aunt Betty if I could go potty. I was told I would have to be a 
big boy and hold it until I finished my breakfast. I tried as hard as I 
could but my poop was starting to slip into my Pull-up. By the time I 
finished eating breakfast I finished pooping, too. I have never had 
poop in my pants that I can remember. It felt so bad, so sticky and 
stinky. I felt like a baby and smelled like one, too.
	Aunt Betty said, �Looks like Donny is a real baby now that needs 
his diaper changed before he can go play.� With the help of my cousins 
Aunt Betty changed my Pull-up for a real size-six Huggies diaper. Aunt 
Betty told me now I can potty when ever I wanted to, that I was wearing 
my potty, also known as my diaper. My aunt told me my potty training 
will start in two weeks, so get used to using my diapers because the 
potty in off limits to me until then.
	All the boys at daycare that I was teasing for the last few 
months started to get even with me calling me the baby. Judy liked 
having a baby to change again. It gave her something to do. She could 
change my diaper, feed me, keep me out of trouble. She treated me just 
like a one-year-old. She made me take a pacifier all the time if she 
was not feeding me a bottle. She fed me a bottle every half hour. Soon 
I was wetting every half hour, too. I was dressed in diapers so no one 
knew I was wetting. Outside I wore diapers only since that is what a 
baby would wear in this hot climate.
	Three days of baby treatment, all the other boys started to 
ignore me as being a person; I was just a baby to them. Everyone saw me 
as a baby that needed cared for all the time. I was not allowed to do 
anything without help. All I was allowed to talk only if someone 
removed my pacifier. I was not allowed to walk I was only allowed to 
play with infant toys on a blanket in the yard or playpen.
	When potty training time came I failed the first test, not being 
able to hold my pee for more than an hour. Aunt Betty did not tell me 
about the test I had to pass. My aunt did not tell me for another three 
weeks, only when I asked why I was in diapers so long. I have been 
using diapers for six weeks, losing my big boy status every day.
	Being an eight-year-old baby I thought would be bad, but now 
after a month as a baby everyone stopped teasing me. I was starting to 
like the treatment, no potty worries for me. I am now allowed to get up 
and play with anyone who wants to come into the baby play yard. I like 
the big spring horse and tricycle best. The baby swings were okay. I 
can get into them without help but need help to get out.
	School was going to start next week since my aunt ran the only 
school for the whole area. She had 35 kids; 27 boys and 8 girls. 
School-age kids were 6 girls, age 9 to 11. Two girls age less than 2. 
She had twenty boys over age five, three boys under two, four boys� age 
two to four. There were three classes the baby class, the toddler 
class, the big kid class.
	My aunt told me since I have passed the state�s sixth grade test 
and I still needed potty trained she would put me in the toddler class. 
Maybe the toddler�s could show me how to get potty trained.
	Every morning I would renew my baby status with a wet and messy 
diaper. My cousin thought of me as just a baby-- no teasing, just 
loving care. They made sure I had my baby things-- pacifier, bottle, 
bib, and of course, baby toys. I did not have to do anything I did not 
want to do. Crying solved all my problems.

Part Two

	There were five other kids in my new class at the school-- two 
girls, Becky and Brenda that were 22 month old twins. They were wearing 
Pull-ups almost ready to wear big girl underwear. The boys were Gary; 
fifteen months old; Jimmy, 20 months old; and Kenny, 23 months old-- 
all still wearing diapers. When I walked into the baby room class 
wearing just puffy plastic pants and diapers no one even looked at me. 
I was told to go play with the other babies. I had no choice but to 
start to play since I could not get out of the room. I saw my favorite 
toy in the world, a big spring horse. I had trouble climbing on to it 
but once on I started to ride and soon forgot about where I was.

About forty minutes late I tired of my ride and climbed down; that is, 
when I found I had wet my diaper. I was scared that the other kids 
would make fun of me so I kept quiet about it. I ran to play with the 
trucks and cars on the carpet that streets and buildings as the design 
on it. As I started to make car noises Kenny started to play with me. 
We played for forty minutes until Miss Jane told me to stand for a 
diaper check. I stood up crying. In went a pacifier quieting me. Miss 
Jane said, �Looks like we have a wet baby here,� and led me to the 
changing table where she changed my diaper without saying a word.

Then it was Kenny�s turned; he was wet, too I watched as Miss Jane walk 
him to the table and changed his soaked diaper, dropping his used 
diaper into the pail with a thud. I did not hear that when I had my 
diaper changed. He returned to play with me just like nothing happened. 
I was still sucking my pacifier when Kenny said he was going to be a 
big boy next week. I did not know what he was talking about. Then Miss 
Jane told me Kenny had passed the first potty training rule by not 
wetting his diaper for over an hour and not messing in his diaper. �He 
messes only when we put him on the potty like a big boy. But you need 
to be dry for at least an hour to get that right.�

Miss Jane picked Kenny up and said it was lunchtime. She carried him to 
his highchair and told me to come with her. She put me in another 
highchair, putting the tray in front of me locking me in. I tried to 
get to the release on the tray when Miss Jane turned her back but it 
was out of my reach. Miss Jane was soon feeding me and the other three 
boys. The girls were feeding themselves at a little table next to the 
highchairs. I quickly felt the need to poop, and by the time lunch was 
over my diaper was wet and messy, just like Gary�s. Miss Jane said it 
is naptime after every goes potty. The girls ran to the potty use the 
potty all by themselves without help. While the girls were using the 
potty Miss Jane removed Kenny�s diaper and sat him on the potty. Kenny 
pooped and peed on the potty with a �good boy� from Miss Jane. He was 
redressed then put in a crib. Jimmy was next but nothing happened when 
Miss Jane put him on the potty. He had already wet his diaper so she 
changed him. Then it was Gary�s turn. He was wet and messy with no need 
of the potty; Miss Jane just changed his diaper. Soon all the boys 
except me were napping in a crib. Miss Jane carried me to the changing 
table and changed my diaper just like Gary. When she finished I found 
myself in a crib with a bottle in my mouth. I quickly fell asleep so, 
comfortable and relaxed, soon soaking my diaper, unlike the other 
babies that napped dry. When Miss Jane woke me last she changed my wet 
diaper while the other boys played.

School for me became nursery school with just babies, no big kids to 
play with. My life became baby playtime, diapers changes, feeding in my 
highchair, napping in my crib, bath time when I was real dirty and 
crying. I learned that crying got me toys, pacifiers, crib time, and 
attention from others. Six weeks of baby time has turned me into a real 
baby, except I was eight-years-old. I did not care, no potty training 
to worry about. Bedwetting was okay since I was not potty trained. It 
was fun for me to play with the other babies, except Kenny was starting 
to tell me what I was allowed to do since he was potty trained. I will 
be glad when he graduates to the toddler class tomorrow. I will be the 
big kid then. I will be the boss of the class, not Kenny.

That night when all the other kids left and only my cousins and I were 
there my aunt told me Jimmy was starting to use the potty so he was the 
next one to have big boy status I was to remain in baby status with no 
potty usage. With six weeks of being a total baby I could feel the need 
to potty but by the time I could say anything my diaper would be used. 
Poop or pee was something I did not care to try to stop. I just let it 
out whenever it wanted out. I was wetting every 45 minutes or less and 
pooped at every meal. Everyone treated me just like a baby, which was 
okay by me; I did not care. No one ever made fun of me; I was just a 
baby to them. I learned with a lot of punishment timeout, corner time, 
and of course spanking that I do what ever someone tells me to, do even 
other babies. I was the boss of no one, not even myself. Gary could 
take a toy from me and I had to let him; that made me cry. If I cried 
my pacifier would be put into my mouth by the closest one. Even Gary 
could make me take my pacifier for no reason. I was no longer the know-
it-all-do-it-all kid. I was just a baby that was watched all the time. 
I could not escape because I had no big boy clothes that would fit me, 
just baby-style clothes. Even if I could run away, where could I go? 
There was nothing around for miles around my aunt�s school.

By the holidays I was the only baby. There was only one crib, one 
highchair and one playpen. I was moved to the toddler class where all 
the toddlers could help take care of the one baby, Baby Donny. I did 
not have a care in the world. If I needed a diaper change or got hungry 
all I had to do was cry. If I wanted a toy or a nap I just cried. 
Crying would get me almost anything I wanted.

AT AGE EIGHT I FINALLY KNEW IT ALL, HEE HEE!

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