The Keith Barnet Story Part 1 I got up one morning and I ran down the hall to my mom’s room and opened the door and scream. “I didn’t wet my bed!” I exclaimed, but she wasn’t in there. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I tripped and fell to the bottom and hit my head. I felt kind of dizzy but I wasn’t going to tell my mom about it, so I got up and went to the bathroom. As I came back down the stairs with a baseball cap to cover the bump she jumped out and said, “Happy Birthday!” to me really loud and I jumped. “Keith, you got a big game today and you’re turning five. How does that make you feel?” I thought I was king of the world to myself. Then she reached down and felt my Pull-Up, which was now wet because she scared me. “Keith, did you pee your bed?” she asked me. “No, mom, you scared me, I promise.” She looked at me kind of like she wasn’t believing it with a sarcastic eye. She said, “We’ll get you cleaned up after we eat.” I said, “Okay,” and ran to the table. “Hey, Keith, can you get me the jelly and the eggs?” my Mom asked me. I got the eggs for her from the refrigerator, but I couldn’t find the jelly. I asked mom where it was. “It’s in the pantry”, she said. I went to the pantry and opened the door. I didn’t know it at this time, but my dad had flown in the night before from across seas. I opened the door and he jumped out. “Boo!” I fell backwards and ht my head. “Keith, are you okay? Keith? Get up! Oh my God, baby! Keith, wake up!” I seemed to not be able to move or open my eyes as I lay there trying to show my mom that I was okay. My head hurt even worse now than it did before. I couldn’t move yet, so I fell back asleep, which I really shouldn’t have done. I woke up about five hours later by the look on my clock. My room smelled bad. It smelled like poop again. I decided I would go get my mom and tell her that I was okay, but then I realized I was in a playpen. I started to scream because I couldn’t get out, and then it fell over. I ran for my life as the playpen got up and chased me. I ran over to the door but it was locked! *Click!* *Click!* I jerked and pulled, no budge. I ran to the window but it would not open, either. I felt scared as the playpen was about to eat me! Then I woke up sweating in my bed, realizing what a horrible nightmare I just had. I looked around making sure I was not in a crib. I got up and felt a massive bunch between my legs and I heard a crinkle. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a diaper! I hid my face in the pillow and cried so that my mom wouldn’t hear me, but she did and she came up. She looked at me feeling all miserable and asked me if I needed to be changed. “No, I’m not a baby! Leave me alone!” I yelled and I put my head back down on the pillow. I felt something touch my rear end. Then it was slightly pulled up towards my back part of my body and then I felt the diaper touch my skin again. My mom left and came back with a diaper and baby wipes. “No!” I screamed. “I don’t need diapers! I’m five!” She looked at me and said, “Honey, I know you don’t need them, but just in case of another accident...” “I’m not going to!” I pleaded. I put my face back in the pillow and rolled over. She told me something but I wasn’t listening. “Roll over, unless you want to stay in a pooped diaper all day.” It didn’t bother me, though. She faintly got up and left me there alone. I cried myself to sleep. I was soon awakened by an uncomfortable feeling of wetness around me. My diaper had leaked and I tried to get up. I realized that I couldn’t because the leakage would get on everything. I sat there crying some more and my mom came back in. “Oh honey, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to, but your diaper is leaking and I think we should get it changed.” I sobbed even more loudly trying to ignore her, but it did no good. She rolled me over on my back and she picked me up and saw me on the floor. I tried to get away but she wouldn’t let go of me. “No kid of mine is going to go running throughout the house leaking poop everywhere!” she said in an angry voice. I wanted to get away, but I knew I couldn’t, no matter how hard I had tried. She said she couldn’t change me moving like that, so she put me down on my old diaper bed. I tried to move but she had me strapped down and I felt my butt lift up as she took the diaper off and walked downstairs to put it in the trashcan. I tried to get loose but she had me tight. I couldn’t budge, so I gave up and waited. Then I noticed that I was peeing. I freaked out trying to stop it, but I couldn’t. My mom got up there looking at me and sighed very loudly and asked me what happened. My mom got up there looking at me and sighed very loudly and asked me what happened. “I don’t know. I was just laying here and I started to pee. I tried to stop it but I couldn’t. I swear, mommy!” “Never swear, Keith Junior Barnet, or I’ll wash your mouth out with a whole bar of soap.” “Yes, ma’am,” I said. She said, “I’m sorry, honey, but I know you didn’t mean to. I’m just asking you to wear this for me, please? If you don’t wet it all day you don’t have to wear it tomorrow or to the game tonight.” She put the diaper on me after cleaning me up and she said, “behave.” I ran downstairs where I found my father. “Look, the baby’s up,” he said. “I’m not a baby,” I said. He laughed and said, “okay” in a sarcastic voice and picked me up. He had me do a helicopter over him. He asked me if I wanted to go play football. I said yes and I ran into my room and got my pads. He sighed and said “no, just the ball, we’re going to play pass.” “Oh,” I sighed, because now I had to carry the pads back up the stairs. When I finally got back down I was exhausted and we went outside with my orange and blue Nerf football. We tossed it back and forth almost all day and then I ran in, My mom asked me if I peed myself. I didn’t really know. I said no, but she checked and I did more than pee; I also pooped. She sighed. “I thought we potty trained you,” sighed my dad. I was now trying to keep from crying and I was very embarrassed. Mom took me upstairs and put me on the changing table. “I don’t have to strap you down this time, do I?” Mom asked me. I said “no” very weirdly and shyly and she smiled and said, “right when you thought you had it all.” I began to cry again. My mom looked at me and asked me what was wrong. I said, “this is my worst birthday ever!” She tried to comfort me, but she just changed me and said it would be okay. “I promise, you still get a sleepover tonight.” “What if I poop myself when everyone is here? They won’t think I’m cool anymore.” Part 2 “You’re cool to me,” my dad said as he walked in the door. “And I bet none of your friends have a 7’2” dad that has really cool clothes and guns.” “You got guns?” I asked my dad. “Yes, but they’re not for kids.” My dad picked me up and looked at me and smiled. “You’ve gotten lots heavier in the six months I’ve been gone.” “Mommy told me you got shot and might die.” “Oh, that,” he said as he picked up his pant leg revealing little red scars and this big, round pink spot. I looked at it with amazement and asked, “Did it hurt?” “Yes, a lot, and I lived through it, so if they tease you, even if it hurts you’ll live. Plus, you still got the coolest daddy.” I smiled and he went to his room and came back out with a shell (4 guns) and showed it to me. He said it was the one that went into his leg. I hugged my dad and ran downstairs and back up them because I forgot why I went down there, somehow. I was in a room getting dressed for the game when I noticed my diaper was yellow at the front. I didn’t want to show mom, but as soon as I got down there in my black baseball pants and my red socks and cleats she knew I had used my diaper and pulled my pants back up in front of dad. I felt so embarrassed. My dad smiled and said. “You know what, Keith? I was once in diapers.” I said, “Really?”. He said, “Yes, but I was like three. Other than the fact I wet my bed until the age of six.” “So you mean I might grow to be 7’2”?” He said, “Maybe. Let’s hope not any time soon.” My mom said, “you used it again,” and she lay me down on the floor and changed me right in front of my dad. “Keith, what’s wrong? I changed you more than your mom has. She used to work while I stayed home on my laptop taking care of you and doing CPU work for the military.” I didn’t know what he meant, but it sounded cool. My mom said, “Keith, will you at least try to get to the restroom?” I looked at the floor and said, “I *do* try! I don’t want to wear diapers; they’re for babies.” “Well, let’s get you to the game. I don’t want you to be late, and plus, your team needs you. You’re the only one that can run fast enough to beat your own hit to first base.” I ran up to the team after mom changed me in the car and said, “What time is it?” “Game time!” they chanted. I said, “What time is it?” “Game time!” “When?” “Now!” We all started jumping up and down and I put my hands in the middle. “One! Two! Three! Go Wasps!” We ran out onto the field and since I have Barnet for a last name I got to bat after Abeyta, who is somewhat good. He hit one to the pitcher who was playing in the dirt. He picked it up and threw it. It rolled half the way by the time the first baseman got it. Abeyta was on third base running home. “Safe!” the umpire cried. It was my turn. I had to make this one look good. I pulled the bat back and swung it hard. “Strike one!” I pulled the bat back again and eyed the ball and I swung it even harder. I hit it up really high. I ran and I thought I was the fastest thing in the world. As I ran around the bases the ball vcame down right as I hit second base and I was almost caught by Number Three for the Mighty Dogs. I stopped because the coach told me to and waited for the next batter. Finally the game ended 3-2 and we had 3. I didn’t score the first hits because he only got strikes and someone got out at first. Something smelled bad in the dugout. I knew it was me, but noone else did. They knew I was too cool for thst stuff, so that just passed on it and left the dugout as soon as possible. I said, “See you at seven” as I ran to my mom. It was 5:43 and we had to get home and set up the party. My mom said I stunk. “Did you know you had to poop?” “If I did I don’t think I would have pooped in front of everyone.” My mom sighed and went to grab the diapers. Just as Michael walked in I tried to hide the lingering smell, but he smelled it. He smiled because he knew he was right and I was embarrassed. “Mom, please don’t change me here.” “Honey, you’re about to leak and if you get in the car it may get on the seats,” so she laid me down on the seat on the towel she had brought and changed. After everyone left we got in the car and went home. We got there at 6:02 and started to get everything ready. Mom gave me a pill for my headache and it made me sleepy. She said, “the party doesn’t start until 7:30. We will wake you up if someone comes and your dad will change you if you need it while I talk to their parents.” I said, “okay,” but before I got to my bed I hit the floor. My dad found me, I think, and put me in my bed. Part 3 I woke and I was in nothing but a diaper. I tried to move but I couldn’t because I was on the top bunk and the rails were in the way. The ladder was on the other side. My dad was under me on a laptop and said, “It’s 7:21 and you have two people here.” I jumped up. “Did they see me?” I asked. “Not yet, why? Embarrassed or something?” I said, “Yeah, I don’t wanna be seen.” “Well, let me shut the door.” He shut it and put me on the tabled and pulled my diaper off and did rolled it up. He wiped me off and told me to go play. I ran downstairs as fast as I could, forgetting to put clothes on to see who was here. But just about the time I noticed I had no clothes on Jerry saw me and laughed. I could have died. His mom said, “it’s not nice to laugh. It’s not like you don’t wet your bed and you got a Pull-Up on, too.” He tried to hide it, but it was obvious. My mom told me to get some clothes on and I did. I came back down and waited for some people to get here in the next five minutes. Jerry Thomas (we called him Tom), Jack, Ray (we called him J.R.) and Michael were here. “Hey Mike,” I said as we walked in. The four of us ran to my room to play video games. Jerry said, “Hey Keith, did you pee your pants or something or do you just wear diapers for underwear?” O looked at him and he knew I could beat him up, though he didn’t show his fear. “Well, I wouldn’t be talking unless you want a pounding.” Jerry laughed. Tom said, “I bet Keith can kick your butt.” Jerry and J.R. nodded. “Hey Keith, you wearing diapers right now?” “Yeah,” I said to J.R. “Why?” he asked. “I don’t know,” I said. “It started this morning. I hit my head a couple million times and it’s kind of a blurry memory from this morning.” Tom said, “You look like you have no clue when you use it.” “I don’t,” I said. “I may be sitting in poop or pee right now.” Tom, Jerry and J.R. scooted away laughing. I sighed. “It would help if you all were better friends,” I said. J.R. said, “We were your friend while you were cool.” I said, “So I’m not cool now?” “Well,” Jerry said. “It doesn’t mean you’re not cool, but...” Tom interrupted. “Just forget about the whole thing.” He lifted my night shirt up and said, “you peed yourself.” I said, “Oops, be right back.” I ran to my mom downstairs and told her, “Mom, can’t I wear Pull-Ups insread?” She sighed and said, “Sorry, honey. You can’t because they leak faster and you wouldn’t ever know you peed if it weren’t for Tom.” I knew what my mom was saying was just about the truth and dropped my night shirt back down and I ran back upstairs. I stopped at the door to hear Jerry say, “He’s such a baby! Don’t even know when he’s peed himself.” J.R. said, “I don’t know about him being a baby. I mean, hitting his head.” “J.R., he lied,” said Jerry. Tom was staying out of it. I then busted into my room and kicked Jerry across the face and jumped on him and started to beat the living hell out of him, punch after punch, nonstop, aiming for the gut and not in the face because I didn’t want to leave visible marks. I kicked him in his side and he passed out...not dead, just not awake. Tom gasped and said, “Why did you do that?” “He was talking about me and I got mad and then they smelled pee.” Tom lifted my night shirt to see no urine marks yet. He said, “It’s not you” and lokoed at Jerry. Pee was all over his night shirt. We kind of laughed to ourselves about it and he soon awoke to find ice down the back of his shirt. Hi,” I said. “Have a good nap?” He felt his night shirt and then he wanted to curl up in a corner and disappear into a black hole. He frowned and said, “What was that for?” “You were talking about me, what did you think I was going to do?” Finally, we all got back to playing games. After Jerry called his mom and said he fell asleep while waiting she brought him a chance of clothes. He took them and put them on. We then played Digimon and Pac- Man for about 30 minutes when Tom lifted my shirt up again and looked down it and said I pooped. I was very embarrassed now and said, “thanks, Tom. I think it’ll be okay for awhile. I don’t want to bother my mom.” :Maybe you should because we don’t want it smelling like poop all night.” I got up and left. As I was done they raided my room for stuff that they might want and other personal stuff. When I got back there were all sitting, still waiting for me to get back. I sat down and started to play. To be continued...