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