Summary: A 14 year-old-boy goes on his dad's truck for the summer and 
it changed his life forever.


MY SUMMER ON A TRUCK
By richbaby

Chapter one;

I was sitting in my last class just daydreaming about all the fun I 
would have this summer waiting for the bell to ring. It was the last 
day of school before the summer break so there was nothing to do but 
wait. I've been waiting for this day for a month as my brother was 
coming home today. A month ago he went with dad on his big rig just 
because he gave me a few beers. Just few more seconds then I'll be free 
for the summer and just a few hours I'll be drunk, I hope. The bell 
went off and everyone got up and headed to the door and freedom as fast 
as we could.

I lived only a few blocks south of the school but it was a long walk 
again today. I don't know why but for the last few weeks I been 
crapping my pants. I didn't have diarrhea and I was not sick but my 
crap was so soft that I couldn't hold it in. Mom worked until 4 so I 
would be home alone for about an hour. I just got out of the shower 
when mom came home. She asked me why I took a shower and I lied as I 
told her I wanted to be nice clean when Frank gets home.

She said, "You took a shower almost every day lately, are you sick? 
Frank is home already but he felt sick so he's in bed. Do not wake 
him".

I looked in his room anyways and he was awake but still in bed. He told 
me to come in and sit on his bed. We hugged and talked for a bit, until 
mom called me to dinner. Mom made me get dressed as I still had only a 
towel around me. Dad was at the table when I got back. I said "hi" to 
him, sat down, and started to eat. Dad and I have not gotten along for 
awhile now as the last time he was home I got a spanking. I was 14 and 
I should not be spanked like a little kid, should I. I didn't talk 
during dinner so mom sent me straight to bed because I was being so 
rude to dad. I was tired and I did fall asleep reading a book a few 
minutes after I got to my room.

Dad woke me up by shaking me. He asked why I didn't get undressed and 
sleep in my bed? I told him I wanted to finish up my book and fell 
asleep. He told me to pack a bag, as I will be going with him on his 
truck for awhile. I wanted to say no but you did what dad said or you 
don't sit down for awhile. An hour later, we were on the road out of 
town in his truck. I was not too happy about it and I schemed that if I 
didn't talk he may take me back after a few days. He did try to talk to 
me but I only said the very minimum that I had to. That didn't last 
long as he started to tell me some of the worst jokes I rarely heard as 
they were for adults. I rarely saw dad like this, as he was only home a 
few hours every month. We didn't go far that day as we were parked at a 
truck stop for the night before dinner.

Chapter two;

We watched TV in the truck stop before we went back to the truck to 
sleep. Dad had a few rules in his truck when we were parked. I had to 
leave my shoes on the driver seat when I was in the sleeper, so dad 
would know if I was in the truck or not. I got to sleep on the top bunk 
but I fell out of it. Dad showed me that there was a seatbelt for the 
bunk so once on I was okay.

I awoke to find that we were on the road already. I got down and sat in 
the front seat. Even before I could tell him I need to use the 
bathroom, we pulled up to a warehouse. I was able to use the restroom 
as dad dropped the trailer and hooked up to an empty one. We did go far 
before we dropped the empty trailer and got a loaded trailer going to 
Florida. Dad told me that if I was hungry that there is food in the 
cooler. I grabbed a banana and sat back down.

I asked, "Dad, why did we leave so soon? I didn't even get to spend 
much time with Frank."

He said, "Paul, I had to get that trailer here this morning. I'm sorry 
about not getting to spend time with Frank but that's the breaks."

I didn't say anything more until we stopped for lunch; we ate in the 
truck as dad drove. Dad was still eating when I needed to go crap. He 
told me I had to wait until the next rest area or truck stop. We didn't 
make it as I crapped my pants. We pulled into a rest area and dad 
helped clean me up in the restroom. I was sure glad that there was no 
one there. Dad did make me feel better as he told me that it was just 
an accident, as I wasn't used to the truck. He looked shocked when I 
told him that I've been crapping my pants a lot lately. He told me that 
as soon as I got home I would see a doctor. He was really nice about it 
and did everything he could do so I wasn't embarrassed.

We didn't talk about my accident again until I did it again as we 
pulled into a truck stop for the night. I was crying now as dad cleaned 
me up in the truck as best he could. He didn't make a big deal out of 
it. Once clean, we went inside and took a shower before dinner. There 
was a Wal*Mart across the street so we walked over there after dinner. 
Dad let me enjoy myself in the music area as he did some shopping for 
the truck. When he came to get me he had already paid for the stuff, he 
had 4 bags. I had to help carry them back to the truck. Dad gave me $5 
to play some video games as he put all the stuff away. The money didn't 
last long but I did enjoy myself before I went back to the truck. I 
wish I stayed in the truck stop with what dad made me do once I got 
back to the truck.

When I got undressed that night dad sat me down and started to talk to 
me about my accidents. He was so gentle as he talked that he had me 
willing to do anything he wanted me to do.

Chapter 3;

He told me how much like an adult I was and like an adult, I should 
take the responsibility for my accidents. He wanted me to wear a diaper 
like a baby. I couldn't get a word in as he continued his speech. He 
answered all my fears and worries without me even asking them. He made 
me think that the only way I could be an adult was to wear a diaper. He 
left it all to me but I really didn't have a choice, as I wanted him to 
be proud of me.

He asked, "So what is you decision?"

I knew I should say, "No way, Jose," but I was so ashamed of my 
accidents and wanted to be responsible like an adult.

"OK, I'll wear a diaper so I can keep my pants clean and the seat," I 
said.

He had me lie down on his bunk and started to put oil around my 
privates and my butt. He even rubbed it in my butt hole and I felt like 
he left something in it. He didn't treat me like a baby and was so kind 
about the whole thing. He even used baby powder before he applied the 
diaper on me. He was so out of character that I didn't want this to end 
but he put me in the top bunk and I fell asleep. I had the strangest 
dreams that night.

I was in a stroller wearing just a diaper going down the halls of 
school. All the kids were laughing and calling me, names then the 
meanest teacher, Mrs. Cotas came into view. She came right up to me and 
checked my diaper as if I was a baby. She then asked some girls nearby 
if they wanted to help change a baby's diaper. I screamed "NO!" so 
loudly that I woke up and so did dad.

He hugged me until I stopped crying and told me that everything will be 
fine. He held and rocked me until I fell back to sleep like you do with 
little kids. The rest of my dreams were all normal ones that I had 
before but one. This one was a memory of my birthday a month ago.

Frank gave me the beers as I always wanted to try it, I didn't even get 
to open them before mom found them in my room. Frank promised me that 
he would get me some more if I really wanted, and we would get drunk. 
Nevertheless, dad came home the next day and took Frank with him, after 
he gave me a very good spanking. Frank was only 16 but he had friend 
that could get him anything he wanted and as a good brother, he shared 
with me. The one thing in my dream that I don't remember was right 
after my spanking I heard mom and dad talking. Mom was saying that we 
were still babies and should not be drinking. It ended there as dad was 
shaking me awake.

He was saying, "Lets get you changed then we'll have breakfast". I 
noticed then that I had wet and crapped in the diaper, I started to 
cry, as I was so embarrassed.

Dad said, "Don't worry about it as you had a bad nightmare last night 
and that in all probability is what made you wet your diaper."

He cleaned me up then put another diaper on me without any baby stuff. 
That helped me quiet down more then anything he could have said. To get 
me into a better frame of mind he asked if I wanted to drive today. 
Before I could say "Yes".

He said, "On second thought I don't think that will be a good idea as 
you have a lead foot".

"No, I don't!" I said.

He said, "Ok, the first one in the restaurant can buy breakfast and 
drive today," as he took off to the restaurant.

Dad has a bad leg so he can't run and I still had to get my shoes on. I 
didn't win but he did let me drive later. He didn't let me sit in the 
chair by myself but let me hold the wheel for a while. I didn't want to 
stop so when I felt the need to go pee I just went in my diaper. I was 
a little worried about what dad would say about me wetting my diapers 
but he just changed me with out a peep. That evening as we ate dinner I 
got a surprise when my friend Jake came up to our table.

Jake asked, "What are you doing down here?"

I said, "I'm riding in my dad's truck on our way to Florida"; he knew 
my dad was a trucker.

He said, "Cool, me too, we're on our way to Key West for a family 
reunion. What to play some video games?"

Dad gave me some money as we were done eating and I left with Jake. We 
played for less then an hour before our money ran out so we talked 
about school and what we had plan for the summer. I forgot about my 
diapers until Jake pulled down the back of my shirt as we sat on a 
bench. It had caught on the top board of the bench. I started to turn 
red with embarrassment, but he just kept on talking as if he didn't see 
my diaper. He must have read my concern on my face as he looked around 
to make sure no one was near us.

He said, "You got to wear long shirts when you wear a diaper or others 
will see it. It's also better to wear them hanging out to cover the 
bulge of your pants."

I was dumbfounded but asked, "How come you know so much about diapers?"

He said "I'm a bedwetter and on long drives my mom makes me wear a 
diaper, too, as I do fall asleep in the car and wet myself. I know my 
secret is safe with you as you are in the same boat as I am. Mom, I 
need to be changed before we leave".

I looked behind myself to see his mom and my dad standing there. Mrs. 
Wroght and my dad both had a surprised look on their faces.

I said, "I need to be changed, too."

He said, "Then let's go and I'll change you in the truck."

We said our goodbyes to Jake and his mom, then I told dad about Jake's 
need for diapers too.

Chapter 4;

I felt a lot better about wearing diapers now that I knew I wasn't 
alone in wearing them. I've known Jake for about 2 years as he was in 
some of my classes but we won't play friend. Maybe now we could be 
better friends as he was well liked at school and a great athlete as I 
was just average.

The next day we made it to Florida and dropped that trailer that night. 
I started to use the diaper all the time, I asked to use the restroom 
once and I was changed in it. I didn't want to be changed in front of 
anyone, even if we were in a stall in the men's room. Dad didn't say a 
word about me wetting the diaper and acted like it was not big deal 
when he changed me.

Over the next few weeks, we drove up and down the east coast and I got 
bored to death. Dad noticed I was getting perturbed so we went to the 
movies one day, it didn't help. Dad told me that I wasn't getting 
enough sleep so I had a choice, go to bed earlier or take a nap after 
lunch. The only fun I had was after dinner so I started to take a nap. 
That and getting a load to the west help a lot to get me into a better 
mood.

A week later, the truck had to get some work done on it so we got 
ourselves a motel room in Phoenix for three days. It was so hot outside 
that we stayed indoors most of the time. I wanted to go swimming but 
with my diapers dad told me I couldn't go. The second day we went out, 
I thought we were going to the movies again but we ended up at a 
medical supply place. I was almost out of diapers so I thought dad 
would just go in as I waited in the rented car. I was so embarrassed 
when he made me go in and asked for diapers for me. The saleslady 
showed us to the diaper aisle. I was shocked to see so many different 
types of diapers, blue, green, peach and others.

The saleslady asked, "So what kind do wear now?"

Dad said, "Paul, I can handle this if you want, or do want something 
different?"

I wanted the floor to open up and to swallow me right there on the 
spot. So I shook my head "NO".

Dad said, "He wants to go swimming and he needs some Attends small".

She said, "That's no problem, we have cloth diapers with a very good 
selection of plastic pants and we do have a diaper just for the pool."

I just wanted to get out of there so when dad asked me if I wanted more 
then one swim diaper, I told him I didn't care. I wish I did pay better 
attention to what was said and agreed to, but after she said something 
about, I need a change I blocked out everything. I was glad dad didn't 
decide to change me there. We stop for lunch at KFC but dad saw how 
upset I was so we took it back to the motel. After we ate dad put a 
cloth diaper on me and then had me take my nap. It was hard to sleep 
with the thick cloth diaper on so he gave me a tape to try. It was 
something to relax you and make you sleep. It worked as I was out in 
just a few minutes.

We went swimming after my nap; dad even got swim trunks and went in the 
pool. We played polo in the pool with the other guests; it was kids vs. 
adults. We made a bet that if the kids won we could all have pizza and 
stay up late but if the adults won then it would be early bedtime. The 
pizza was great and we ate it at the pool. Everything was going great 
until I pooped my diaper and everyone could smell it a mile away. I 
turned red then started to cry. Dad just took me back to the room and 
changed me into a cloth diaper. I didn't want to go back out there but 
dad told me that I could go with shorts on or just my diaper. I got a 
pair of shorts on, they didn't hide the diaper above the waist and the 
plastic pants stuck out the legs holes. I told dad that everyone would 
see my diapers. He told me that I would never see any of them again. I 
never walked in a cloth diaper before so I wobbled back to the pool. 
The only ones that would even talk to me were the little kids as the 
big kids played a volleyball game. I played with the little kids until 
it got dark and they had to go in to bed. Dad embarrassed me when he 
also said it was my bedtime. Dad had to rock me to sleep that night; it 
was a very bad day for me.

I was never so glad to get back in the truck and put the other night 
behind me. I started to rebel about the diapers. A few days later when 
we went in to take a shower, I begged dad not to put a diaper on me 
until we got back in the truck. We made a deal that if I could go 
though dinner without pooping or wetting myself then I only need to 
wear them in the truck. If I wet or poop my pants then I can only wear 
cloth diapers until we got home. I only wore the disposable diapers if 
I was getting out of the truck for a while. Halfway though dinner I got 
up and ran to the restroom as I needed to poop badly. I got in the 
stall but it came out as I started to pull down my pants. I didn't know 
dad was right there until he locked the door.

He said, "Did my baby have an accident, let's get baby cleaned up then 
we can finish dinner."

I wanted to tell him I wasn't a baby but it's hard to do when you just 
pooped your pants. I had no clean clothes but dad did have a t-shirt 
that I could wear. I wanted to go to the truck but dad made me finish 
eating. I was glad that his shirt hides my diaper, until I spilled milk 
down the front. He then did the very worst then he could do, he took 
the shirt off of me and made me walk back to the truck in just a 
diaper.

Chapter 5;

I cried as I wondering why he did that. Thinking about it helped as I 
now saw that he been slowly changing the words I used. I stopped using 
words that most teenagers use to ones that little kids use. I started 
to get angry about that and the other things he had done. He had left 
me in the truck as he went back inside the truck stop. I went over what 
I wanted to say to him in my mind to be ready when he got back in the 
truck.

"Dad I ..." I started when I felt myself going peepee in my diaper; I 
couldn't help it as I bawled like a baby.

Dad saw what I did so without a word he changed me then held me like a 
baby. When I try to talk, he put a pacifier in my mouth. I try to spit 
it out but he kept his hand on it and with the other, he patted my butt 
as he rocked me. I just cried harder but I started to suck the dummy. I 
felt better as I sucked on it and dad rocking me as he whisper, 
"Everything will be okay, baby".

I awoke with the dummy still in my mouth. I don't know why but I liked 
it so I kept sucking on it when I went to the front of the truck. We 
were parked on the side of the road and dad was typing a message in the 
Qualcomm. Dad told me that the Qualcomm is a satellite system so his 
trucking company and him can type messages back and forth. He looked at 
me and smile when he saw that I was still sucking on the dummy.

He said, "I drop that trailer last night after you fell asleep. They 
now want me to pick up a load that doesn't load till tomorrow morning. 
I'm asking them to find me one for today but it looks like we may have 
to sit all day. So how are you feeling now?"

I said, "Otay" without taking out the dummy.

Just then, the Qualcomm went beep, which meant that we got a message. 
Dad read the message then told me that we need to be across town in 15 
minutes. We made it in 10. He checked in with the shipper and we backed 
up to a dock. As we waited dad changed my diaper then dressed me. I was 
glad that a roach coach came by every few hours, as we didn't leave 
till almost bedtime. Dad told me that waiting that long happens a lot 
and a few time he had to wait days. I asked him if he was going to be 
paid for waiting all day. He told me that the pick up time was set for 
8am to midnight, so no pay.

The next day as I watch the cars go by I said, "Daddy, I don't you want 
to be a baby?"

He said, "You don't have to be a baby but I do know you do love your 
dummy".

I turn red as I said, "I don't want to wear diapers. It's so 
embarrassing going out in my cloth diapers and everyone knows what I'm 
wearing."

He said, "Okay, I'll get you some new clothes to wear over your cloth 
diapers. I'll stop off at a dress shop and get you some really nice 
dresses to wear, a lot of pink ones."

The dummy fell out of my mouth and I said, "Please daddy, no girl's 
clothes!"

I knew as soon as I said it that he was making a joke. I was not happy 
about it and he said he was sorry that he said it but he was laughing 
as he told me. He still had to stop the truck so I could find my dummy 
and that got him mad. He didn't get me new clothes, he just went back 
to putting disposables on me. When we stop for lunch, he got me one 
more dummy so I would have a spare one in case I lose the first one.

He said, "It took your mom and me years to get you to stop sucking your 
thumb after we took your dummies away. I should have known that you 
would love to get them back."

He was wrong; I learned to hide my thumb sucking from them after they 
thought I didn't do it anymore. He even had to tell me to put it away 
when I got out of the truck, as I would walk in to the truck stop with 
it still in my mouth. It didn't really matter to me, as dad was right 
when he told me that none of the people would ever see me again. It 
didn't even shock me that much when dad started to give me a bottle 
when I slept. Since I took to the bottle so fast, he started to feed me 
baby food in the truck for breakfast and lunch, dinner we still ate in 
the truck stop.

We started to get loads that delivered the next day. It was so boring; 
we picked up then drove for 7 to 10 hours then had to wait until we 
unload. Dad told me that it was very normal to get loads like that but 
it usually only last a few weeks then you get a long load. We even 
picked up at a deliver then took it back to the same place were we 
picked up the first one. Even when we did get a long load it was down 
the same roads that we been down before. I kept asking dad when we were 
going home and he just tells me soon. Dad had me read to him as he 
drove to keep me busy. He got me baby books that I read and storybooks 
that he read to me at bedtime. I had loss all track of time till one 
night when I saw a commercial for the Labor Day Telethon, it was just a 
week away. I asked dad when we were going to get home and he just said 
"soon".

Chapter 6;

I awoke to find myself in jail, as there were bars all a round me. It 
took me a little bit of time to see that I was in a hospital type crib. 
I looked outside the crib to see where I was, it looked like an 
oversized nursery. I wasn't in my bedroom but in my grandparent's 
house. Just then the door opened and in walked dad and mom.

I yelled, "Mommy!"

She asked, "So how's my baby this morning?" as dad let down the side of 
the crib.

I said, "I missed you so much, I love you" as I hugged her.

Mom is only 5 foot but very strong. Therefore, she carried me to a 
changing table and laid me down. She put a bottle in my mouth; I was 
surprised that it filled my whole mouth. I sucked on it as mom started 
to change my dirty diaper. She gave me a raspberry on my tummy and I 
laughed so hard that I pooped.

Mom said, "My baby went stinking, didn't he?" as she gave me another 
raspberry.

I blushed as I nodded my head. She was much better changing my diaper 
then dad was. Once in a clean diaper, she dressed me in a t-shirt then 
a pair of pant with snaps down the legs. By the time she put my socks 
and shoes on I was done with the bottle. She let me down and I gave the 
bottle to her and asked for another one. She took my hand and led me 
out to the front room. There was a big playpen there and I went right 
to it. I looked inside it; it had a bunch of baby toys and stuff 
animals. Dad picked me up and put in it with another bottle then pinned 
a dummy to the front of my shirt. Mom and dad ate breakfast in the 
kitchen and started too talked in low voices. I could hear them; they 
were talking about me and how I was on the truck. When they reach the 
present, I got quiet so I could hear every word.

Dad said, "I can drop him off at school on my way to the terminal."

Mom said, "That's a good idea, I hope he likes his new school."

I didn't want to go to school dressed like I was but before I could 
stop myself I said, "NO!"

Mom came out to me but didn't say a word as she put the TV on and 
change the channel until she found a show for me. She then put the 
bottle back in my mouth before she went back to the kitchen. With the 
TV on, I could only hear parts of their conversation. The harder that I 
try to eavesdrop on them the more I started to watch the kid show on 
TV. I was so involved in the TV that I didn't see Frank come up to me 
and mess my hair.

He said, "I see my baby brother is enjoying himself."

I blushed as I nodded my head but before I could say a word, dad called 
Frank to go.

Frank said, "See you after school."

Mom came in then and took me out of the playpen as she said, "Time to 
go, baby."

I whined, "I don't want to go to school in a diaper!"

Mom just smiled and said, "Silly boy, we're going to the doctors to 
have you checked out."

I wasn't thrilled about that too much; I hated doctors since I was 10. 
That is when I spent over a week in the hospital for test.

I said, "I would rather go to school then the doctor's."

Mom said, "I know but you still have to go and I asked if they could 
not have many people in the waiting room for you."

I told her thanks as we got in the car and mom drove me to the 
doctor's. I knew this doctor, as he was the one that put me in the 
hospital. That thought got me thinking why Frank went to school here. 
That just didn't make sense to me so I asked mom why.

She said, "Grandma and grandpa got a new house a few miles away from 
here and your dad decided to move here so he could be home more."

We had wanted to move here to Dallas, TX from Madison, WI for a long 
time now. The doctor was only a few blocks away and we got there in no 
time. I was glad that there was no one else in the waiting room when we 
walked in and didn't even have to wait to go in the back. The nurse 
told us that I had to get undressed for the doctor. Mom helped me get 
undressed that is when I notice that I had my dummy in my mouth the 
whole time. Mom just unpinned it so I could still suck on it as we 
waited for the doctor. The doctor came in a few minutes later and the 
look on his face told me that he wasn't surprise to see me sitting in a 
diaper or sucking on a dummy, mom must have told him before, I still 
bushed despite that. The exam went fine until he took off my diaper to 
check me down there. I turned red from my toes to my head when I 
started to pee. I started to cry with embarrassment, all I wanted now 
was a hole to open up in the floor and I would have jumped in to it. 
Mom gave me back my dummy, the doctor took it away so he could check my 
throat, and told me that it was okay. The doctor started to laugh and I 
started to cry harder.

He said, "That's pay back for putting you in the hospital, okay we're 
even now. I'll be back after I change, Mrs. Dorool you can dress him 
then come back to my office."

Mom changed me then helped me get dressed. We were both laughing 
because mom told me I got him good. I felt a lot better now. I waited 
in the outer office for mom; it took a very long time for her to come 
out of his office. When she did the nurse at the front asked when we 
wanted to come back.

Mom said, "It's up to Paul."

Since I didn't like the doctor I said, "Never".

Mom shocked me when she agreed with me. Today was starting to be a very 
good day for me it got better when mom told me that I didn't have to go 
to school until I wanted to. She would home school me if I want, as I 
going to have to wear diapers for a long time still.

Once home she put me back in the playpen and gave me a bottle. I asked 
her if I had to be a baby if I stayed home.

She said, "No, I can treat you like any other 14 years old boy but you 
will have to stay in diapers and the crib is your bed now."

I thought about it as I sucked the bottle and decided that being a baby 
wasn't all bad and I did love my dummy too much to give it up now. 
After lunch of hot dogs, my favorite, I had to take my nap in my crib. 
I didn't know why I now had to sleep in the crib but I could choose the 
other baby stuff I want or not want. I awoke to a loud crash and mom 
telling Frank to go to his room. Mom came in about a half of an hour 
later to get me up and changed. Once back in the playpen I saw, the 
lamp that was by the front door was now in little bits all over the 
floor. Frank must have been very mad to do that. I sucked on a bottle 
as I watched TV for about an hour before I heard Frank call for mom. I 
was shocked a few minutes later mom walked Frank out wearing only a 
diaper sucking a dummy.

Mom said, "Frank was a bad boy today so he will be treated like a baby 
the rest of the day. He cannot take his dummy out of his mouth or he 
will spend a week in diapers. You to can play together till dinner time 
then he has to go to bed then."

I could tell he been crying as there was still marks on his cheeks that 
he didn't wipe away yet. I know most brothers fight a lot but we never 
did and we did like each other like friends more then like brothers. I 
really wanted to talk to him but I gave him a hug that he gave back to 
me with love. I whispered to him that I wish he could talk to me. He 
took my hand and had me take out his dummy.

He said, "Thanks Paul. Now I can talk."

Mom came in when he said that, but when she saw me with the dummy in my 
hand she said, "Paul, you can put it back anytime you want," then left 
us alone.

I told him all about my summer on dad's truck and he told me about his 
summer and his time on the truck. One of the reasons for moving was 
that he had to wear a diaper, too, on the truck and for a few weeks 
after he got home because of accidents. All his friends found out that 
he wore diapers and made fun of him so much that he didn't have any 
friend anymore. I asked what happen with the lamp and he told me that 
he was mad that a kid from school saw me today and told everyone about 
me. Then every one made fun of Frank because his brother wears diapers. 
I told him I would stop wearing them then.

He said, "That won't help as they all know already and you have to wear 
them for the rest of your li... for a very long time," he finished up.

He looked almost ready to start to cry again. I told him that I already 
surmised that, as I could not feel the need to go pee or poop anymore. 
It was now dinnertime so we couldn't talk any more that night. He was 
in a much better mood the rest of the week as he told that he told 
everyone that I got shot in a bank holdup.

Dad shocked us all when he was home that weekend and took us to Six-
Flags. He later told us that he would be home almost every day now. He 
was now working in the office 8 to 4 so he was home for dinner. I 
didn't mind being a baby too much at first but a week or so later, I 
wanted to do more but ended up with less. I was now taking 2 naps a 
day. Sometimes I would fall asleep at dinner as mom fed me my meal, as 
I was too exhausted from play to feed myself. I did start to notice 
that almost every night I would hear crying but could not tell who it 
was. Most of the time it sounded like mom but not all the time as 
others nights it sounded like Frank or dad. Or all three of them. It 
was just after Halloween when I asked Frank about the crying at night. 
I was now sleeping most of the day and stop playing, as I got too 
tired.

Frank said, "I think you need to know. You remember when you went in to 
the hospital. Mom and dad didn't want you to know but they identify why 
you had that convulsion. You have a very rare disorder that causes your 
nerves to destroy themselves." he was almost ready to cry then.

"So it's time for me to die," I said. "I've known since the hospital 
that I would die from this and it's almost time. I know you love 
diapers as you get in trouble at lest once a week to get in them so 
when I'm gone take all the baby stuff and tell mom and dad that the 
last few months have been the best of my life and I love you all."

He gave me a hug then as his eye let out a flow of tears that would 
have flooded the state. I heard him say that he loved me as I stopped 
breathing.