The Lie 

	My name is Wade. When I was young I lived in small 
house in a small city in the northwest. I lived there with 
my dad and mom. We were poor and didn't have much but life 
was OK. When I was five years old my sister Heather was 
born. I still recall the day that she came home from the 
hospital. I was filled with wonder and very soon, jealousy. 
The attention that I was used to getting was immediately 
displaced by this little creature. My whole life changed, 
turned upside down by her birth and I didn't like it one 
bit.
	For the next two years I avoided and ignored my little 
sister. On occasion I was downright mean to her. This was 
noticed by my mom and it made her sad. She tried everything 
she could think of to improve the situation but nothing 
worked. I simply didn't want anything to do with my sister. 
My attitude caused some friction with mom. She would tell 
me that I was Heather's big brother and it was my 
responsibility to look out for her. There was also one 
other point of friction between my mom and me. I wet the 
bed. Mom was understanding and seldom said anything. But 
every time I wet the bed I could see how disappointed she 
was in me. She also didn't like all the extra laundry that 
she had to do but considered it a labor of love.
	Heather turned two and one-half in June and mom was 
well on the way to potty training her. In late July, 
Heather graduated to training pants during the day and by 
Mid-August, she moved up to "big girl" pants during the 
day. She was still in night diapers but there were very few 
accidents. During the last week in August, I was having a 
hard time with Heather. She was going through the terrible 
twos and we were fighting all the time. Mom's patience was 
gone. I tried to tell her that it was not my fault, that 
Heather was a pest. But mom dismissed that argument by 
telling me that Heather was still a baby and that she 
expected more from me.
	During this same week, I had wet the bed three nights 
in a row and mom's anger was beginning to show. At about 
10:00 PM on fourth night I woke up to discover that I was 
wet again. I also noted that I still was in need of a 
bathroom. I got up and headed down the hall to the 
bathroom. Mom was coming out of the bathroom and I ran 
right into her. I told her that I needed to use the 
bathroom. She said that it was about time that I started 
acting like a big boy. Then she noticed that my night 
clothes were already wet. Mom just stood there and looked 
at me. I could see the disappointment in her eyes. A moment 
later her facial expression turned from one of concern to 
one of anger. She said nothing for another moment and I 
melted in the silence. I attempted to apologize and told 
her that I couldn't help it. And still there was silence.
	Finally she said "I see I was wrong about you being a 
big boy". After another moment of silence, she continued. 
"Yes, it has taken me a while but I finally see that what 
you really are is a big baby. And if you are going to act 
like a baby, then I am going to treat you like a baby."
	With that, mom took me by the hand and pulled me into 
my bedroom. She told me to get out of my wet night clothes. 
As she left my room she stated that she would be back in a 
moment. I had never seen mom so angry. I knew that I had to 
do what she said. Just as I was removing the last item of 
wet clothing mom entered my room.
	"Lay down on the bed," she said. I did as I was told. 
Mom had brought several items from the nursery. Diapers and 
pins. I watched her as she folded three diapers together.
	"Mom? You aren't going to make me wear diapers, are 
you?" I said in horror. Mom didn't say anything. She just 
went on about her business. In a matter of seconds, mom had 
me expertly diapered in triple diapers. I began to cry but 
was ignored. Mom then changed the bed sheets and put me in 
bed. As she headed for the door she stated that she knew 
that the diapers would not keep the bed dry but that we 
would go shopping for baby pants in the morning.
	I woke in the morning to a wet bed and wet diapers. 
Just as I was getting out of bed, mom entered the room with 
Heather. She checked me and noted that I was wet. She also 
told me that in order for me to get out of night diapers I 
would have to be dry every night for one week. She then 
indicated that Heather had the jump on me because she was 
dry this morning.
	That morning mom went shopping are bought me some 
supper toddler baby pants. That night at 8:00 PM mom called 
me to the living room. (My usual bed time was 9:00 PM) I 
was informed that my bed time was changed so that she could 
diaper both her babies at the same time. She then diapered 
us both and put us to bed.
	Two weeks later Heather graduated to big girl pants at 
night. She had managed to remain dry for a whole week. I, 
on the other hand was not doing very well. But mom didn't 
mind. She told me that she should have put me back in 
diapers a long time ago. She also told me that dealing with 
wet diapers was a lot easier than dealing with a wet bed.
	The last Thursday of September I was out in the back 
yard. Mom always did laundry on Thursdays and she was 
hanging out a week's worth of my diapers and baby pants. I 
was talking across the fence with Kathy, the girl who lived 
next door. (we were in the same second grade class in 
school) Kathy was watching my mom hang diapers and asked me 
when Heather was going to be potty trained. I blushed 
slightly and mumbled "I don't know". Unfortunately, mom 
heard the comment. She stopped what she was doing and came 
over to the fence. She looked at me with a disgusted look 
and then turned to Kathy and said "The diapers and baby 
pants belong to Wade. He still wets the bed like a baby, so 
I diaper him like one".
	Kathy giggled. Mom took me by the hand and into the 
house we went. I received a lecture about lying and was 
told not to do it again. Heather and I were still battling. 
But Heather had a weapon. Every time we got into a 
argument, she just called me diaper baby and won the 
argument.
	One Saturday morning in May, (I had now been back in 
diapers for about eight months) Heather had two of her 
little friends over. They wanted to play right where I was 
playing on the front porch. We got into an argument and she 
called me diaper baby and told her friends that I still had 
to wear night diapers. All the girls giggled and then 
Heather said, "the big baby even wet his diaper last 
night".
	In order to save face, I denied it. I didn't see mom 
until it was too late. She had heard what I had said. She 
grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the house. As I 
was being pulled along towards my bedroom mom was lecturing 
me about lying.
	"This is the second time that I have caught you lying 
about your diapers," she scolded. "This time you will be 
punished for lying".
	She ordered me to take off my clothes. I thought that 
I was in for a bare bottom spanking. I reluctantly did as I 
was told. She went over to the diaper pail, took the lid 
off and asked, "Is this the diaper you wore last night? 
Since you told the girls that you don't wear diapers and 
you denied that you wet them last night, then your 
punishment shall be that you will wear them in front of the 
girls."
	She then quickly diapered me with the diaper I had 
worn last night. It was cold, clammy, and smelled a bit 
like ammonia. She then took me by the hand and proceeded to 
the front porch. Mom made me stand there in my wet diaper 
and admit to the girls that I was still in diapers because 
I wet the bed like a baby. The girls giggled and called me 
names. Mom made me stay on the front porch for one hour. 
From that day on, I never lied about wearing night diapers.

Wade