Don’t think I’m complaining about my parents or anything, but sometimes I wonder if they should have ever had kids! Both of my parents came from pretty rich families and I think they are both using the same brain. And actually, I think my mom uses most of that one brain! I can remember well back into my diaper days, which sadly due to my bedwetting, are still here for me. But of course I mean before I was potty trained. I was trained late. Most of you that read my other stories will know how late and you will know that it must have been because of my parents being so careless half the time.
Anyway, my mom didn’t ever want anything that might be found in a used diaper to get under her manicured nails. And my dad, like any dads, didn’t really know which end of the diaper was up. Anyway, it wasn’t until I was 5 years old that I started wearing regular underwear during the day. Again, from reading other stories of mine, you might remember me talking about having very wet diapers on in public places when I was 4 or 5. I’m sure there are many, many more juicy diaper tales about me from when I was 2 or 3, but I’m afraid my memory isn’t that good!
One memory that stands out the most is a card game that my dad had when all of his friends came over and they would all play poker. I was no older than five then. That I know because I was still wearing Huggies all the time. Anyway, my mom wasn’t home that night because she could never stand any of my father’s friends. Also, because she hated the cigar smoke that filled the whole house on those nights. I guess it was about 4 o’clock that my dad’s friends started to come over. They always came early so they could play football before the evening of cards.
I’ll tell you now what I can remember, what I don’t remember I’ll just spice up a bit.
We went to the school football field so they could all play football. My father (carelessly) just left me by myself to play on the swings by the field. My diaper was already very wet and sagging. At least my dad remembered to put some pants on me. A lot of times I would just have a diaper on without pants and that must have looked weird to people in these public places. A 5 year old boy with nothing wrong with him except for the obvious potty training thing.
Anyway, I was on the swing for a total of ten minutes before I got completely bored. Then I started to walk over to my dad, tugging at my diaper under my pants as I walked. I didn’t realize I was in the middle of the football game, but at that age, who really cares? I told my dad something like I was hungry or cold or something like that. He put me on one of the benches that was by the field. I sat there sadly in my drenched Huggies waiting to go back home.
When we finally got home, my dad’s friends sat around this big old round table that we had in the downstairs family room. My dad put a video on for me and asked me what I wanted for dinner. I was addicted to soups back then and I said soup. He opened a can of soup and cooked it while my video which wasn’t rewound, played Muppet Babies. I guess the tape lasted about 5 minutes because when my soup was ready, the end song was on. I sat there and ate my soup until the video shut off by itself because it was at the end of the tape. The VCR also shuts off when that happens and channel 3 comes on. I called for my dad to change the channel. My dad came out and put on some kid show for me and then went back to his card game. After watching a little of whatever was on TV, I felt a warm wet spot start to form on my pants. The diaper was soaked already and I was peeing in it again. Diapers back then (1989) weren’t quite as good as they are now as most of you probably know. So I sat there all wet and I looked up at the TV again and on came a Huggies commercial. I remember hearing “Huggies hug to help stop leaking better than plain old diapers”. Of course my Huggies weren’t really “hugging” me anymore. At that point it was all saggy and droopy.
That commercial must have done it because my dad came back into the room and said, “I guess we oughta change that diaper champ, huh?”. I just nodded and climbed up on the couch. My dad pulled my pants down and untaped my leaky diaper. Then he reached into the closet to get a bag of Huggies. The bag was empty so he said he had to get a diaper from upstairs, my pajamas too. So he slid the wet diaper back under me and folded it over my front. He tried sticking the tapes back in place but they wouldn’t stick, so I held my own sopping wet diaper up over my “wee wee”. He came back down with a pair of red pajamas that were much too warm for the time of year and temperature of the house. He took my wet diaper off me finally and wiped me off with a wet wipe. Then he put the new Huggies on me and helped me put on my pajamas. Then we went back with his friends.
After about an hour, my soup came back out and made my diapers very wet and heavy. I could feel them sagging down around the crotch of my pjs. When I walked it felt like the diaper was being held up by just the pjs. My dad always let me stay up as late as I could so I started playing around with all my toys that were all over the downstairs family room. I was playing for a while until Chuck, one of my dads friends asked me if I had to go potty. I heard him say something about how a kid my age should have been out of diaper for about 2 years. My dad gave some excuse that was probably a lie. I just went on playing as if I didn’t hear him. Over the next hour or two, my diaper just got wetter and wetter until it too was leaking. I was so hot that I told my dad I wanted to take off my pants and shirt. My dad helped me unbutton my shirt. I guess he didn’t see the dark red area on my bright red pjs because I went on playing in my soggy diapers. Eventually, I started getting very sleepy. I remember falling asleep in front of some TV show still wearing my wet diaper. My dad woke me up at some point and carried me up to my room and laid me down on the bed and took off my wet diaper. I went back to bed in a dry Huggies and woke up the next morning to my mom’s smiling face. She changed me and I was very glad to see her.
So as you can see, I really do like my dad but maybe he was a little bit too involved with himself and his friends to be responsible for a young kid. I am still wearing diapers to bed even though I’m a teenager. I have a bedwetting problem and now I enjoy wearing diapers so I don’t plan on telling my parents if my bedwetting problem ever stops. Thanks for listening!