I was in very deep trouble, and I had set my own self up. I had to go to the bathroom when I got home for lunch, got sidetracked by my wanting to see what my Daddy and Gramps were doing and only going into the house when Mama saw me and called me in the house. She gave me a peanut butter and jam sandwich, an apple and a glass of milk. She told me I’d better hurry as the bell was going to ring in only twenty minutes!

Usually Mama would ask me if I need to go to the bathroom when I first come in the door, but since I was running late, she forgot. I have a very hard time getting to the bathroom in time to avoid wetting and messing my pants. Don’t get me wrong, I am seven years old today and I’m just starting first grade. What a bummer to have your birthday on the same day school starts! I went to kindergarten last year, and they almost didn’t let me advance to first grade for having too many toileting "accidents", some of which were definitely not accidents.

You see, I like to wet and poop my pants, and I get really turned on if I see some other kid wet and/or poop in their pants or diapers, That usually brings me to the point of wetting myself uncontrollably, and my poop just gushes into my pants in my excitement of watching others do what I like to do on purpose. If the other kid seems to be doing it on purpose instead of by accident, it’s not quite the same feeling as get if they are doing it by accident.

I once was going down the steps at school heading for the lunch room/gym there was some kind of celebration going on. I was five years old, and I was following a four year old. He was wearing diapers and evidently no plastic pants. They, the diapers, were made of cloth, and he began to pee full bore in his diapers, let out a very loud and long fart, then I heard a familiar, to me, sound. It was the rushing, popping, crackling sound of poop being pushed into some one’s pants, and it wasn’t me! I stood there fascinated as I saw an enormous bulge form in just a few seconds in the back of his diaper, and smelled a horrendous stink. As I was watching him, and he had my full attention, I had wet and filled my own pants and never even realized it.

Mommy saw me and the littler kid, and immediately got his mother, grabbed me, and me and Mommy and my "old" diaper bag made a fast exit to the ladies room. She cleaned me up, apologized to me saying, "I’m sorry baby, but I only have diapers in the bag. Diapers, plastic pants, a long pair of pants,(not shorts) some lotion, powder and of course pins. It’s the best I can do for now. I had just been taken out of the diapers a couple of months before, and I was proud of my "accomplishment", so I wasn’t too pleased at the prospect of being diapered again. At least until now, that is. I have been noticing lately that I have been looking through some of Mama’s parenting magazines, avidly hunting for the diapers and Pull-ups ads, just to stare at the toddler or pre-adolescent child wearing disposable diapers, and when we go to the store, I always try to sneak a peek down the diapers aisle, hoping to see the pictures on the packages.

I wet the bed, and sometimes poop in my underpants in bed, and the last time,(this morning) Mama said that she was going to have to start diapering me at night so she wouldn’t have so much laundry to do, and that I was ruining the mattress. I had to say something against the notion even though I was secretly overjoyed. I had that on my mind for most of the three blocks back to school, and hadn’t been paying attention to the few subtle warnings that I got from my body that says, "Go to the bathroom now, you are in imminent danger of wetting and pooping your pants!!" That’s just the point, I seldom know that I have to pee or poop, until I’m actually wetting or pooping myself. I desperately clutched my penis by grabbing the front of my pants, (a totally inadequate ploy to stop peeing) Squeezing my penis never works because my bladder just lets go and I end up peeing anyway, and it hurts my penis something awful when all that pressure hits the point that I’m squeezing my penis. Then I put my hand back on my butt to try to hold it back, and my poop comes out so fast that it pushes my hand away, or just comes out and gushes around my hand.

I can tell by now that nothing is going to stop either job. Now I ‘m in a dilemma. while I was still somewhat dry because of clenching my penis and crossing my legs, the poop not having started out of my body just yet. I can’t take a single step either way, because that step will definitely start the flow out of both of those body openings. If I continued to school, the whole school would see me, and I don’t think I’d survive the embarrassment, and on the other hand, if I went home and anyone saw me, I’d probably be killed. Maybe I can get home and hide out in the machine shed until everyone was away from the house so I could sneak in, change my clothes, rinse them out and shove them in the wash. No, that wouldn’t work. Mom had just told me that she was going to town to do some special shopping later on this afternoon with my Aunt Laura. She gave me a funny look when she said that.

Oooooh! Here it comes!! Both ways!!!! My very warm pee-pee floods all of the front of my denim shorts, and I can feel the warmth spread rapidly through my crotch and fan out across both cheeks of my bum. At the same time, poop is just slamming open what little control I have there, with a huge lump, making me spread my legs as it slowly and inexorably pushes out and straight into my underpants and shorts, as I can feel it coming out with the hand I have been trying to stop it with. I hear a couple of kids greeting me from the school yard, and pray that they can’t see me very clearly. The tears start flowing in frustration as the huge lump of poop is flowing out faster now, the big hard part having oozed its way out, now the rest is mashing its way across my bum and it’s turning quite a bit softer and spreading out in a thick hot pile of poop growing and pushing out and down on the fabric of my underpants and my shorts. I have to hold up on my pants to prevent them from falling off with the weight. Hey! It’s gone way over the top of both cheeks, and stopped a little below the belt!!! Boy! does that ever feel good!!!

"TODD GERALD KEARNEY" !!! You march your "Baby Bum" right back home! How could you do such a thing? Oh, I’m so embarrassed. What will all the neighbors say, "young man"! No, I got that wrong, "what will the neighbors say about my little baby!" I almost jump right out of my clothes, I've never seen my Mom so angry. I can feel my tears start boiling out of my eyes faster, as the last of both the poop and peepee stopped flowing. It’s just not fair, I try to not have these accidents during the daytime when it’s reasonable to have some control,(Not counting the times I’ve had accidents on purpose cause I knew I could get away with it.) But here is a waste of a perfect pants pooping and I’m not going to be able to enjoy it, in fact I can feel the killing of me all ready. Gosh I wonder what she’s going to do to me now. I start to turn around to head home, and what a wonder!

I’ve never seen such a huge puddle of peepee in one place. "Well, get moving, I’ll tell your teacher what has happened, and tell her you probably won’t be back this afternoon. I was going there anyway to talk with her about the field trip coming up next week. You go straight home and park your butt in your usual place. Don’t go anywhere else, You hear me?!"

She means the room where my Daddy and Gramps, or anyone goes to clean their bodies after a day of working on our dairy farm. (Our house is right in town, with our house only three blocks to school, but the rest of the farm, while in the township, is not within the city limits.) Mom makes me go in there when I am outside and have particularly messy and wet pants. She’ll take my pants and underpants down, step out of them, and spray me down at quite high pressure with the ice cold water right from our 181ft. deep well. Then she’ll get a big towel that is very scratchy and wipe me down dry. Then she’ll take a seat on the dry end of the room, put me over her lap, and spank me to near unconsciousness and make me stay until Daddy comes in from the barn or in our wheat fields. When he sees my poopy, wet underpants and shorts on the floor, I’ll get a whipping with gramps’ old razor strop. I was thinking all of this as I turned around to head home, and I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough cause I suddenly heard shouted, "Now Todd!!" And I scooted a couple of steps, loosening some of the huge pile of poop in my pants and I feel it slowly oooooozzzzzing out of my underpants and into my shorts, and now its out in the open with a stringy gob of poop sliding down the inside of my legs, sliding over my soaked shoes and socks to the ground. My shorts were sticking to me with every step I took, and accompanied by the sound like this "SHTUK, SHTUK, SHTUK!!!!" the sound my shoes and socks made since they were full of peepee.

"OhOh, Mama is backing the car up, now I’m really in for it! I don’t look up, just "SHTUK, SHTUK, SHTUK!!", and since I’m trying very hard to let Mama know that I knew she was still there, I keep my eyes glued to the concrete of the sidewalk. I hear a sudden chorus of laughter from the kids in the school yard, and I feel my face turning beet red. ‘Clunk!’ I’ve run head on into the side of our car, mashing my nose in the process. "Great! Now I’m leaking from my nose. Hot blood and snot runs from my nose, spills over my lips and dribbles off my chin, getting the front of my shirt bloody and wet as my tears and nose bleed ran together.

I just about go airborne as I feel an arm go around me in a hug. "Honey, I’m sorry I yelled at you, and I think I know what to do to help all of us cope with your problem. I need to talk to the principal, and a few others on the school board, and.........

Look, let Mommy and Aunty Laura visit a few minutes, and then I’ll be right home. I hate having to tell you this, hide from Daddy and Gramps until I get home in a few minutes. Beatings and whippings are lot too much for a big boy, let alone a little one. Look, baby, find a place where you can wait for me, and in a little while I’ll be there to change you and get you cleaned up, okay? Don’t try to change yourself, you’re just too messy." She gives me another sidewise hug and squeezes my shoulders, also from the side, because it is probably the only way she can and stay dry and clean, then hands me a couple of hankies, and gets back into the car and pulls back out on the road, leaving me go to home.

I know that Daddy has been whipping me much worse lately, and someone from the Police Dept. came and had a talk with him after the last time. I was told to go out to the garden and pull weeds, ( I thought about that and quickly sat down on the bench that has always sat just under my bedroom window, and quietly listened). All I could hear was a man’s voice, and two women’s voices, and the words whippings and spankings several times. I knew that I was going to be in trouble again, and went and hid in the machine shed, knowing that Gramps and Daddy weren’t likely to return to work in there. I have never been shown which plants are weeds, and which were some vegetable plants. Mommy came home and found me fairly quickly. The police car had left, and Daddy and Gramps went back to work. I had wet myself while I had hidden and Mommy got me back in the house, and made me change out of my wet clothes. Mommy wanted to hear what I heard that made me hide. After I told her, she got a kind of set look to her face, though she still smiled lovingly at me as she ran a bath for me.

Okay, I’m at our driveway, and it appears as if the coast is clear. Both of the tractors, and the hay wagon and the baler are gone, but someone will probably be coming home with the hay wagon full of bales. I going around to the back of the house, and to the bench under my bedroom window, crawl up on the bench and standing on my tip-toes I’m just high enough to reach a stack of pictures that my friend Billy got from the Internet. It was full of pictures of boys, mostly with diapers on and usually these pictures show most of the boys in wet or poopy diapers, or both. I get a boner from these pictures, and a funny feeling deep down deep behind my penis, to say nothing of the wetting and pooping. They seem to help me empty my bladder and bowels, almost immediately upon sight of them. I rub my penis that stiffened right up and rubbed and rubbed, smearing some of the poop that oozed itself into the front of my pants over the top of my boner. There is more poop in the front of My pants than I thought, and I find myself rubbing the pile of poop up and down while pushing in gently so my penis can work itself through the pile of poop and rub against the inside of my wet full underpants. Suddenly my body shivers and I feel like I’m shooting huge squirts of peepee into my pants. I didn’t squirt any peepee, but I still enjoy the sensation.

I can hear the tractor laboring home with a load of hay. They’ll unload and stack, then they’ll each get a drink from the old hand pump before going back out for another load.

I hear our car pull into the driveway, and don’t know what to do. Even if she had hugged me and told me she’d get Aunt Laura to help, what could they do to further to me that could possibly hurt me, embarrass me, or humiliate me more than I embarrassed myself and humiliated myself?

I don’t know, but, I guess I better get in the front. I take one step, and Mommy sticks her head around the corner, and say’s, "Come on baby, lets get you cleaned up, okay? Go with Aunty Laura dear, she’ll take you to the shed while everyone else is gone to the fields. She knows how to turn the hot water down there, and you can take a bath in the old bathtub that’s been standing there since before I was born! She’ll put you in some nice warm clothes for your birthday, and there will be a big surprise waiting for you here in the house. Okay?"

Something is going on that I might not like, but Aunty Laura is always nice to me and I don’t think she’d do anything mean to me, so I reach, hesitantly, up to hold her hand. Aunty Laura said, "My, you really are a mess aren’t you! I thought that maybe Mommy was telling stories on you, but I see she told it like it is. Now don’t you worry about a thing baby, Mommy and me have gotten everything right this time, just relax and let today just happen, Okay?

I start to cry again, remembering those horrible moments when I wet and pooped my pants, right on the side of the road. (sidewalk) where everyone saw me, including some at school, and our neighbors, some of whom I’d do small favors for and they would give me a bright shiny coin for my efforts. I relate all my troubles to her, crying so hard I got the hick-ups. Aunty Laura lets me cry myself out, and then gently begins to help me get out of my stinking wet clothes. I see a bag up on one of the dressing tables. I don’t know why they call those things dressing tables. They are just long narrow tables, that can be used for nearly anything. I noticed when I was crying and hanging on to Aunty Laura’s hand that, that bag was hanging from it’s straps over Aunty Laura. I ask her what it’s for, and she tells me that I’ll see what it is soon, and that it contains something for me, and "Let’s get this thing fired up. You can finish undressing can’t you dear?" I nod, and finish pulling my stinking mess off my legs. It is so bad, I can’t tell where my underpants end and my shorts begin. Aunty Laura flips a switch and turns a valve, then she walks over to the old clawfoot bathtub over in the corner and turns on the water. At first all that is coming out is thick rusty stuff, that Aunty Laura flushes down the drain before putting in the drain plug. She looks up at me and gestures to me to put the mess I pulled off into the big garbage can near the door. I think, "Boy, is Mommy going to be mad now, she never throws away many of my clothes."

In a little while I was very warm and clean in my bathtub, and Aunty Laura doesn’t let me wash any of myself. She let me play with a couple of my bath toys while she washes me up. She changes the bath water twice, washes my hair, and lets me play again while she took down that great big hose with the ice cold water in it, and hosed my entire mess that didn’t go in the garbage, off the floor and down the drain.

Now she comes back to the tub and says, "Think we got you clean enough now Todd? And don’t you think we ought to get you dried off and into some nice clean warm clothing?" I say, "Yes Aunty, my fingers and toes are all wrinkled up, maybe I’d better get out or I’ll be wrinkled alllll over!" She lets out with the loudest and most mirthful laugh I have ever heard. At first it scare me, and I am ready to start crying all over again, if I didn’t catch the big grin on her face and I realize that she is laughing with me, and not angry with me. Her laugh is so infectious that I am soon laughing almost as much as she is.

"Okay my funny baby, up on the table you go. " She lifts me up and I saw what awaited me there. I had to put up a fuss to make it seem like I thought this was a punishment, even though it is what I have wanted for two months now. I braced against the table with my legs, which for my little skinny body, doesn’t do much good. "I’m not no baby!" I holler out, "I’m not no baby!" Aunty Laura is talking again when I can hear over my crying. ".........is not intended as a punishment dear. It’s what we have to do to keep you clean and protect the floors and bed. You don’t want to wake up in another cold wet bed do you?" I shook my head no. "I think it is time we give you a little babying. Hurting you is not the way to treat a problem such as yours."

Her loved voice soothes me and as she is still holding me, I nestle up to her neck and shoulder, almost asleep with her calming voice. "Now, " She say’s, "There are going to be a lot of changes going on here and around you, and I don’t want you to be troubled at all. Everything will be worked out to your benefit. I must tell you though, that You will be seeing several Doctors, and will be in hospital a few days. If Mommy can’t be with you, I will be there! Are you okay now baby?" Again I nod my head yes, and she proceeds to put me down on my back on a brand new changing pad.

My body hasn’t forgotten the routine, my skinny legs spread and pulled back, or should I say "up", I grab a knee on either side by throwing my arms around my legs(the inside of either elbow makes a handy "Hook" to hang my legs out of the way and pulling my bum up, off the table. Soon I am well lotioned and powdered, wearing several layers of diapers,(brand new ones) each layer pinned. Then she pulled out a huge pair of plastic pants that I felt was so big it can’t fit. Aunty just reaches over the table, and grabs the plastic pants and a baby bottle filled with formula began rolling across the table. Aunty says, "Oops! I forgot that! Todd honey, I know you’ve not had much to eat or drink all afternoon, and here is a little something to tide you over till dinner time. I give a fierce, for me, glare, before taking it in my hand, and saying, "I’m not a baby and I haven’t had one of these since I was three and a half!"

After pulling on those huge plastic pants, and seeing that they won’t leak, Aunty stops at her unfolding some kind of cloth thing or other, boosted herself up to sit at my head and pulls my body toward her, so my head and shoulders are propped up on her knee. As she softly and with love stroked my hair, she again began to speak, "That is another thing to relearn how to be a baby. You see baby, when you have been beaten nearly every day of your life, after eighteen months, you’ve never had a chance to be a baby." She gently shoves the nipple end of my bottle into my mouth, then takes it away for a few seconds to put a baby style tee shirt on me. "It may be too late for you, honey, to get back into being a baby, so you can develop normally from now on. You are going to be treated like a baby for quite a long time, and you may be one for your entire life. You will see for yourself, how much you’re going to be babied. Oh! Don’t worry your little head sweetheart, about the kids in school teasing you, as you will be home schooled from now on!" I’m drifting off again on her lap, and believe that’s what she was saying. My mind is working over the concept, and how good the slightly warm formulae is. I’d forgotten that, too.

Aunty moves to get up, allowing me to get back over on the changing pad, as she gently gestures with her finger where she wants my bum planted. I expect a clean pair of overalls, or shorts, will be put on me, but what I see when what she has ready to put on me, I squeal with glee, and say, quite loudly, "Onsies!" clapping my hands! What? Did that come from me? What’s happening to me, I can’t think quite so clearly, and I clap my hand to my mouth.

"Yes, baby, you really want to go back and be a baby again, don’t you? And just think, there won’t be anyone to whip or beat you because you do a poopie in your didees, or do a peepee in your bed. You will wear diapers, and use them for what they were intended. You will be sleeping in a brand new bed! It has a vinyl or you would know it as a plastic cover on it that won’t let peepee spoil the mattress. You will have all new clothes, diapers, plastic pants, new tee shirts, and an entire wardrobe of new and exciting clothes, and either Mommy or I will change you. You will eat baby food that is fed to you." She stopped as she saw my eyes, which must have been wide, wide, open a few minutes ago when she was in the "brand new" mode, and I’m wondering how all of "this brand new" stuff she’s talking about, and how we were going to get around Daddy, and Gramps, who have a fit if they see me wearing anything that ‘They’ think is to babyish for a just turned seven year old.

She says, "Just don’t do or say anything in the house when your "Daddy" and Gramps come in, and for goodness sake don’t react to his anger, just play dumb, until either Mommy or I say that it’s okay. If they ask why you are dressed like a baby, and try to get you to cry by using this against you, don’t react at all, just act like he isn’t there. Okay baby?"

So much so quickly, is a little hard for my young brain to fully understand. Just about the only one I absolutely know I can trust is my Aunty Laura, so I decide to get excited, because she said everything will work out. I’ve been afraid to even be around Daddy and Gramps, for fear of getting beaten yet again. It has seemed lately, that I cry at the drop of a hat. The bullies at school figured this out, and make believe they’re going to hit me, and I duck, cry, and if scared badly enough, i’ll wet and or mess my pants. I had to go through that every day of school last year when I went to kindergarten, until they ( the principal and the school board) told me to stay home, sending me home with a note for my parents. Daddy beat and whipped me real bad that day. Mommy intervened with Daddy drawing the razor strop back for another blow to my back, back of the head, my bum and my legs. Mommy took that last blow that was intended for me, only she was a lot closer to Daddy and got hit in the temple with his fist. We went through some very uncomfortable days then, but I don’t really remember it real good.

Aunty must have seen me phase myself into the inside my head and enter deep in thought in my secret place in my head, where nobody can hurt me. I came back, even if it was only a few seconds, and I now knew I could enter that place and hide my mind from Daddy if necessary! "Boy, you must have gone deep that time, your presence had even left your eyes. That is almost to eery to tell. What a shame a little child has to resort to this kind of thing in order to hang on to his or her sanity. Well!!! It stops here tonight, or we’ll all be in trouble."

"Just wait right there Honey, I have another surprise for you." She is gone only a moment or two, and rolls in a larger than usual stroller that is "Brand New, I know my eyes are bugging out at that. I am finally getting my dreams, and going back to being a baby, with all of the non-responsibility. Now when I don’t have to say words out loud, doesn’t mean I don’t know or now about them. All I have to do is eat when they feed me, sleep anywhere, pee and poop my diapers, let Mommy or Aunty change me and I don’t gots to be afraid anymore.

She even puts the security belt around me so I can't get out unless someone removes it first, like I'm a Toddler that's prone to getting out of the stroller, when her back is turned. I think my brain is on overload, everything is happening so fast! We are halfway to the house before I say anything, and then I say, "Hurry Aunty Laura, that tractor is almost here!!" "Well, it certainly is closer but, we're goin' to make it. Just take it easy, Honey, everything is going to be all right. We've got a bit of a rough night to go yet, then everything will smooth right out. Here we are, Baby!! Your old Aunty can still move right along, can't she?"

"Now me and Mommy want you to go to the guest room. Don't make any noise, and maybe we can pull this off without having you to be in the middle of it. Be calm , Honey. It will work out, okay?" My thought's are spinning around like angry bees as she undoes the strap. I nod my head. "I hate to have to ask this of you, but why don't you go to that little room in your mind for a little while, at least until we come and get you, okay?" I nod again, and Aunty Laura gives me a kiss real quick, asks me to wish her luck, and she was gone.

Rather than calming my fears with her light banter, it seems to have a reverse effect on me. Trouble between Mommy and Daddy? It seems to me that Mommy and Daddy always work together when it come to me and my wet and messed pants and bed. That always brings out the mean in Daddy, and it seems like Mommy is always encouraged by Daddy to treat me the same way. Mommy mostly screams or hollers at me, except when Daddy makes her spank me. It's almost like she has to do it, and bring out the screams from me, or he'll get back at her, and finish with me.

Mommy has always told me that we can't afford this toy or that, or go to the movies, or get a VCR, or computer, etc. etc. Where had the money come from that bought me all of the wonderful clothes, diapers and paci and baby bottles, etc? From what Aunty Laura was saying, I hadn't seen anything yet! I saw a big pile of luggage, and boxes full of stuff on the open part of the front porch, when we got to the house. Part of our porch is open to the outside, sort of like a deck except it's attached to the house, and the other end It's screened, and in the winter it is closed in with double paned windows. A place for Mommy to put her flowers, and do some limited entertaining of her friends, since the house's heat is circulated through that part of the front porch.

I hear two sets of boot steps on the back porch. You can always tell when Daddy and Grandpa come home. Somehow it's as if they walk heavy just to announce the fact that they were home. It was getting dark and just exactly at the same time, I hear Daddy's and Grandpa's Boot steps, I see Lights flashing. There are red, blue and yellow lights making an eerie pattern on the walls and ceiling of the Guest room. I go immediately to the window to see what was going on to make those lights. Those are police cars!! They must have all ready been in place when Aunty Laura pushed me and my new stroller up to the house. I hadn't heard any sound of engines or rattling of the gravel that would have alerted me to their presence. Now two of them are moving. Turning around, as if to be ready to leave our place in a hurry. There is a huge blue van blocking the driveway on this end, and I can just see blinking lights blocking the other end, down by the barn.

"What the ______ ____ is going on??? Who are you and what gives you the right to treat me and my dad like this?!" That is my Daddy all right. That is the way he's been shouting at me all the time lately. I hear a crash as something breaks and a whole lot of bumps, so strong the whole house and all the windows shake. "Get your hands off me, I've done nothing to deserve this kind of treatment," he yells. Another series of bumps, and I hear a smack!, smack!!!, and a shriek!! That's my Mommy!!!! I hear one more sound that sounds like a club hit someone's hard head, and one last series of thumps.

Then I hear a man say, "Are you okay Mrs. Kearney?" and hear a muffled reply. Oh I do so hope Mommy's all right! Aunty Laura says, "Let me see what that sadistic bastard did to you Honey. That's right, move your hands, and let me have a look-see okay? Well, it doesn't seem like he hurt the spot where he hit you last time, but I think he might have broken your nose. Boy, are you goin' to have two black eyes. Come on Sis, let's get some ice on that nose and forehead, and get it to settle down before we continue. You know we have to finish this right now, right. Okay, now it's beginning to ease up a little isn't it?" "Yes, it's better, but I think we have to get Todd down here. I'll bet this ruckus has scared him almost invisible. Please get him Sis, we have to explain why his "Loving Daddy" is going to go to jail for a long time." Huh! What was that?

I pull away from the doorway, notice that I'd wet and pooped in my diaper, and I hadn't even noticed! It's a heavy load in my diaper, made heavier soaking wet. I can't go down there like this. I start to hide and now it strikes me. There is nowhere to hide, besides, Aunty Laura put me in this room, so she knows where to find me. I hear the footsteps approaching rapidly, and try to stand up with that wet filthy load in my diapers, shaking because I'm wet and messy, and afraid I'm going to get another beating. The door pops open, startling me, "__agh!!!" I shouted.

In the semi-darkness Aunty Laura says, "Cover your eyes baby, I'm going to turn the light on, whew, it smells like we have a big clean-up job first, then we'll go down stairs" I hear a lot more talking down stairs, but the thumping and shouting has died down. I hadn't seen Aunty Laura put the diapering supplies down in the back of the stroller, or bring it up here with her the first time, but she is unrolling the changing pad on the bed, and reaches down for me, lifts me up and puts me gently down on the pad, and begins by taking the outer wraps, the onesie loose and folded back, strips off the vinyl pants and carefully removes the pins. Now she has me lift my rear as she removes the filthy sodden mess and begins the cleaning on my rear while handing me another bottle. I still haven't had any supper, and the formula is still warm and tasty. I'm just laying here sucking on my bottle while Aunty had to deal with my stinky mess. I could get into this real good!

It feels so good when the mess is cleared away and she cleans my entire diaper area, then putting some kind of ointment on a couple of spots. I remember, that's the stuff Mommy put on my bum for diaper rash, when I was a baby. "What am I now?" I ask myself, "I'm a baby!", My body says back. Suddenly, with the whiff I catch of the baby powder, I'm in heaven as it's spread all over my bum and around and on my little wienee. It's starting to get hard, and it feels so good as my beloved Aunty spreads it on me and begins to pin a new batch of diapers on me, as I hungrily, go back to my baba. Wait a minute. I'm even beginning to think like a baby! How could this happen so quickly? "All done Baby, I'll bet that feels pretty good now, doesn't it? "Yeah!, I sigh. "Feels good!"

"Be brave little one, we have to go downstairs and face a couple of Sheriff's Deputies, answer a few questions, and I think we'll be home free. Your Daddy's being taken to hospital first, and then he's going to go to jail for the rest of his life. You need to know why, and that's some of what we're going to tell you. Okay?" I know my eyes must have been as big as the end of my baba. She attaches something on a ribbon on my chest as she removes the empty baba, and pushes gently on my lips to get me to open my mouth, and puts a brand new paci in my mouth, which I immediately begin to suck on. "Boy, you sure are willing to be babied aren't you?" "I love you Aunty Laura." I say with difficulty around the paci.

She scoops me up and carries me downstairs toward the kitchen, and I heard Mommies soft voice, as she was talking almost in a whisper, "No, come in here, to the dining room Laura." We change direction and wind up in the dining room just behind Mommy. She says, "Okay Gentlemen and Lady, We are gathered in the dining room as the mess has to be cleaned out of the kitchen. Let me fill in my son on what has happened. I'm sure that some of this 'might' be over his head, but he's smart, if he's given a chance." She turns slowly towards me, and I see where both of her eyes were swollen and black and blue, "Todd, dear heart, I'm more sorry than you can possibly know that I went along with that man's plan to make a man out of you, if it killed him. I was afraid of him, baby. It's really hard to think clearly when you are that afraid, as I'm sure you know."

"First, I want you to know that The man that left here unconscious and in chains, is not your real Daddy. Your real Daddy died when you were only six months old. He had a heart attack and died. John Kearney proposed to me when your were only a year old, and we got married. We were doing fine, he had this fine, big farm, and it looked like we were set for life. He asked for permission, and I agreed to let John adopt you, since I figured we would be married for life and you needed a father figure. I know that some of this is going right over your head, honey, but this is how it has to be done."

"I understand, Mommy " She looks startled at me, then continues, "For nine years now, John has owned this ranch, but no-one knows where he came from, or anything about him here, but they know him better than their own names in New York, and the FBI has had him and his father on the ten most wanted list for several years, for killing four guards at a armored car firm in New York, where they stole a little more than four million dollars. He has a history of violence that began with him when he was a little boy being beaten by his Daddy, and whipped by his Daddy for wetting and messing his pants and bed. He was whipped with that hateful old razor strop that he and *Grandpa* liked for us to use on you."

"We have it on good authority that those two bad men will spend the rest of their mortal days imprisoned, and will more than likely to be executed, after their umpteenth appeal has been turned down. It appears that we," she gestured towards me and towards Aunty Laura, " have inherited the 'Lion's Share' of this place, and we will probably sell off a lot of it, since we aren't farmers, and invest the money and live on the interest. We will tell you more about it later. The main thing is, that you can now know you are safe, and won't be beaten, slapped, spanked or whipped, because you don't fit the mold that someone else tries to design for you. You will have the time, and the instruction for you to reach for your dreams. You will 'go to school', right here in this room, with Me and Aunty Laura as your teacher."

"But first, we're going to let you be the baby you never had the chance to be, and we will proceed at whatever pace you feel comfortable with. I'm so very sorry that I screamed at you on the street today, I'd just gotten chewed out for you having wet the bed last night, and I was still trying to digest that when I noticed you spying on John and his father. You hadn't had your lunch yet, and the school bell was going to ring before you got back if I didn't spur you on your way. And then I had to run and get the car and be gone so he couldn't start lecturing me on how to raise my own son. Then I see you suddenly stop in the middle of the sidewalk and wet and mess your pants and your shoes and socks. There you stood, not moving in any direction, and I hollered. One, I was afraid for you, yet I had to get you home in some way that neither John or his dad would see you. I was really scared for you. Then I thought, we're ending this today, and I don't want my son to be afraid of me! Can you forgive me Todd?" I look at my Mommy's swollen and tear streaked face, and feel that fiercely corded knot that ties me to her, as only the bond between a mother and her offspring can be tied. "Boy!, Mommy that must hurt. You gotta see Doctor? Mommy I love you!!" I run straight into her outstretched arms. I hear 'ahs' and 'ohs' from Aunty Laura and the woman Sheriff's deputy and just behind them the 'ohs' from the two men Sheriff's deputies.

'What did your department find down there Deputy Waldon?" Deputy Waldon says, "Maybe you ought to hear this from the men here Arlene. That is if you are up to it, and if you don't mind Little Todd here, knowing about what has been going on here.It may have a detrimental affect on him, and in my opinion, he doesn't need any more trauma on his life. It's something that he can hear about when he is calmer. I wish to thank you also for finding the nerve to call us and have us come and help. The Principle at the school showed the pictures he took at school, of Todd's body welts, cuts and bruises, and we have your testimony on the way he treated you and Todd. Plus, we have what we found on the "Old Blacksmith Place"

At that, I'm being asked to return to the guest room by my Mommy, and only go to the guest room. Mommy said that I still have a big surprise waiting for me, and that if I saw it first, it wouldn't be a surprise. There are my thoughts buzzing around again. Just what can that big surprise. As If getting **Daddy** and **Grandpa** out of our lives wasn't the greatest pleasurable thing that it was. Just think, NO MORE BEATINGS AND WHIPPINGS!!! OH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PROMISE TO ME!!!

The steps going back upstairs seem so long, and for some reason I am terribly tired, even though I'm extremely excited about what's been told to me about my immediate future. My thoughts are back to buzzing around in my poor little brain. There is so much I don't understand. It seems like I get one little part of the puzzle figured out and then a piece of another part of the puzzle knocks the first part of the puzzle into a cocked hat. I just figure out that my brain is on overload, grab my paci and shove it into my mouth, curl my tongue around it and fall into a deep, really deep, sleep.

Suddenly I awaken and discover that it is morning, and I have a soggy warm mass all around my butt and front, and the hot ammonia smell of old urine nearly brings tears to my eyes, and I haven't even opened them yet. It being way to bright in my room to chance only a flicker of my eyelid, getting a spark of sunlight on my eye, closing it again quickly. I see green spots dancing in my eyes from the light and playing a green picture show on the back of my eyelids.

"Wha........Wait a minute. It's never sunny in my bedroom, it's being stuck in between two other rooms in the middle of the north side of the house on the ground floor!! What is going on? and How did I get here? The last I remember was getting back upstairs where I was told to go for a little while last night! Whoa, did what I seem to remember really happen? If so, I missed out on my birthday, and so much was promised!!

That brought my eyes open! Where am I? Man, I'm in for the beating of my life now!! I don't ever remember being this wet! What the....................................??!!* This isn't my room, and this isn't my bed! I'm in a fairly large crib, with the rails up! And there is Aunty Laura, dozing in a chair next to my ... "My" crib? I must have made a little sound as I tried to find a comfortable place to put my heavy, wet bum down, my eyes large in wonder as I look around and see a new changing table, with colorful teddy bears with little tin horns, noise makers, drums and harps printed on the top. There in the corner next to the changing table was a large cabinet with doors and drawers. two of the drawers and one of the cabinets were open, revealing stacks of diapers and plastic pants in the cabinet, and just above the one drawer was several bottles and tubes, a large bottle of baby powder and diaper pins.

"Good morning Baby! How's my little one doing this morning?" That brings my eyes around to Aunty Laura. I don't cringe,,,,quite. I say, "I'm in big trouble, aren't I?" "Whatever for?" Aunty Laura says with a huge grin on her face. I gesture toward my diaper area, as my eyes begin to tear up, getting ready to beg to get out of being beaten again by Daddy. "Oh my!!! No, little one, no one will ever beat on you like that again!" "Then it's true what happened last night?" "Last night....? Oh I'm sorry Todd, I forgot to tell you that what you remember being last night, was three nights ago! When you went back upstairs to the guest room, it seems you fell like a brick, just inside the door. You were in what is known in medicine as a coma. That is like you went to your secret place in your head, and fell into a very deep sleep. If you'd have gone into any deeper a sleep, you'd never wake up again.

"You scared the life out of us, Honey. The Sheriffs Deputies were still here when I came back upstairs to get you, and found you like I said."

"Then what happened last, .... I mean that night, really did happen, and I get no more beatings?" "That's right! No more beatings." "But where am I Aunty Laura, this isn't my room!"

"It is now baby, here let me drop the side rail so you can get out. Now don't go jumping down. I need to check a couple of things first, like your temperature, breathing rate and pulse, and your blood pressure." "Why all of that, Aunty Laura?" "It is something the hospital wanted, you see um, well you were in the intensive care unit at hospital the night of the big happenings at this farm. We even pinched you hard but you didn't even flinch, there was no reaction whatsoever. It was like{the lights were on but there was no-one home} It worked out pretty well though, even if we were worried nearly to death about you. Mommy had to have her nose fixed. Okay, let's lift you up. Uh, glad I have a plastic apron on! Your soppin wet, and dripping!" My peepee is dribbling on to her, and I'm leaving a trail of pee all the way to the changing table. I really think that it's too cool to be carried like the Baby I am and dribbling pee as I'm carried, however, I shouldn't be leaving a trail if my plastic pants are on.

"This room is your nursery, as long as you wish to use it as one." "I'm home?" "Yes, don't you recognize this room?" "No, it's not my room re-decorated. It's much larger than that, and it's not the guest room." "This was your Mommy's and John's room. Mommy had it redecorated the day we removed John from the scene, before the Sheriff's Deputies arrested him, and the evening you fell into a coma." "Aunty Laura?" "Yes Baby Todd?" What's a coma?" Well that's the state that your body and mind were in is called. No reaction to anything, but the body is still alive, but the brain doesn't react, just as I told you it was." "Oh! But where is Mommy going to sleep now?" She'll sleep in the adjoining room just to the right of this one. Do you know right and left directions?" "Not very well. That's another of the things John used to beat me for, that and tying my shoes."

"No more beatings child, there will not be anymore beatings! Please stop shaking baby! Calm down now!" She says as I am laid on my back on the thick changing pad on the changing table. "Oh, that's nice and soft!" I think to myself. My Aunty pulls the snaps open that are at my crotch, and pulls a blanket sleeper loose from under my body. I haven't worn one of those since I was three, Where did it come from. "We brought you home with this on you from hospital." I'm staring at her, wondering how she knew what I was thinking of and what else she'll reveal before she's done changing me. The shakes I had when I thought I might get a beating for having wet the bed again, are slowly going away.

"I can't believe they put you into this without putting a pair of plastic pants on you first." She says. Now I know why I was dripping peepee on the floor and on Aunty Laura. She points at a door a few feet down the wall from the corner that the changing table was in. "That's the door to the bathroom, and on the other wall in there, is the door into your Mommy's room, and across the room is the door to the walk-in closet and the door into my room, so there won't be anything happen to my big little "baby." "Aunty Laura?" "Yes baby?" Why are you here, what happened to your place?" "John and his father burned it down four days ago, killing Uncle David in the process. The funeral is tomorrow."

I see tears begin to form in her eyes, as she turns away from me so I won't see her crying. There are tears in my eyes as well, Uncle David was always good to me, when it seemed like nobody cared. "That means he's gone, doesn't it Aunty Laura? I'll never see him again?" She gasps, and a little sigh, then says, "I know you and Uncle David loved each other very much, and you're right, you'll never see him here on earth again, and I miss him soooo!" With that we are both lost in a sudden flood of tears

After a little while, Aunty gets a couple of hankies, gives me one and uses the other one. "John is a very bad man, and so is his father. They have been connected to at least fifteen murders, twenty-four attempted murders, and many other cases involving assault. Five of the murders took place on the Old Blacksmith place, right on this ranch! But enough of this moping around and crying. Let's get you cleaned up, and Mommy said that today we party, and you're to be babied. Doesn't that sound like fun?" "Yes Aunty Laura. Aunty Laura?" "What baby?" "I love you!" "You know something Baby?" "Huh!?" "Welllll........I think you're someone pretty special, too, and I love you!"

When Aunty Laura finishes cleaning me up, she picked me up, putting my head against the hollow of her neck, and carries me into the bathroom. Mommy was just outside the bathroom door into her room. She has a big bandage over her nose and two huge black eyes, and her voice sounded strange as she says, "Good morning Laura, and how is our baby this morning? "Morning Tee-Jay, my you look wide awake and ready for your bath. I've already run your bath, dear heart, but I'll just bet that you've awakened with a huge appetite, huh? Well here is something to take the edge off it while Aunty Laura gives you a bath."

With that, since we've closed the gap to where she was standing, she pops a larger than usual bottle into my mouth some kind of thin chocolate flavored warm cereal. This is a very good tasting bottle, as I sure was hungry, Verrrry hungry, the reality hits me when she says it. I had no feelings of hunger until now. My tummy growls and we all laugh so hard that Aunty Laura almost drops me, or I almost fall out of her arms as I laugh, and Mommy was having to lean against the door frame. "Well." she says, "I think we can do much better than that old bottle, after Aunty Laura bathes you!"

I lean forward to hug my Mommy, as Aunty Laura changes her grip so I won't fall. Mommy kisses my cheek, puts one of her arms around my shoulders and gives me a hug. "Mommy?" "Yes dear?" "Why did you call me that?" "What's that Dear?" "Tee Jay." "Well, I'll tell you after you've had breakfast, okay?" "Okay Mommy, but I can take a bath by myself!" "Not any more TJ, from now on you'll be bathed by either Aunty Laura or myself, because we can check and find out whether you've gotten a diaper rash, besides,. we have to change you and dress you, so we might as well was you too. Enough, already, into the tub with you, I've put some new bath toys out for you, along with the two I was able to save when 'That Man' threw the rest of them away! See you in the kitchen, both of you when you are done and dressed."

Mommy closes the door as she heads to the kitchen, and we turn to the tub. Aunty Laura checks the temperature of the water, then sets me down on my butt in the bathtub. Aunty Laura lets me play with the toys for a few minutes, saying, "I have to go get something from my room, and from your room, baby. If you need something before I get back, just holler, okay?" "Okay Aunty."

I watch Aunty as she goes to the closet door, enters and closes the door, just as I see a light go on in there. At the angle of view I have, I can see nothing but a sewing machine just as the door closes. If you haven’t guessed by now, I am about the size of a three or four year old. I am quite small for my age, and a bit smaller than a "Normal" four year old. What happens next just blows me away!

Aunty is gone for a few minutes, while I was left lying on my brand new changing table and pad. It’s plenty warm in here, which suits me just fine. My old room was upstairs and in the west wing, and on the north side of the house, where it didn’t get very warm except in the middle of the summer when it was too hot. It was always either way too cold and way too hot, never anything like being comfortably in between. I could get to enjoy the subtle warmth of this room in the way it appealed to me. The infant to toddler theme of the decor, as opposed to the stark, cold, barren snow white and nearly bare room that had been mine on the other side and wing of the house. There are pictures, huge pictures, painted on the walls, of Disney "Baby Toon" characters, which include a diapered Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse (copyright), and the whole gang, plus other cartoon characters in diapered attire. There is a favorite of mine, Jerry Mouse, from the Tom and Jerry cartoons, diapered, and in the shape of a lamp on my bed table, just out of reach of my brand new crib, that is the size of a twin bed, and has a mobile of many of these characters. Two big chests of drawers along the wall staring at the head end of my changing table, and down the wall toward the corner, the other wall of which my crib was set up.

There is, what I think I can safely say is the largest toy box I have ever seen, but I don’t have hardly any toys!, stuck up against the wall opposite my crib, and in the corner.

Aunty Laura gives a quick knock on the main door into my room, to let me know that she is coming, although I haven’t moved from where she left me. She sees me looking around at my room, and my eyes must be large with what I see, and the joy in them. She says, "Do you like what you see TJ?" All I can do is shake my head, as I continue looking around, not noticing what she has in her arms. I jump as she touches me, and I quickly glance at her. She says, "Still pretty jumpy there, kiddo, I hope we can settle your nerves a little and let you be the little boy you never had a chance to be!!"

Just then, I notice what she is carrying. An infant style tee shirt, blue rompers, plastic pants that have a baby type design on them, and a new set of diapers. There was a new pair of shoes, too. A pair of shoes that are decidedly baby-like. That is, they look exactly like pictures of baby shoes, but are a lot bigger. Up to now, the only pair of shoes I can remember, are the only ones John would let Mommy buy me. That is a high top pair of work shoes similar to his and his father's. She began dressing me, putting lotion and baby powder all over my diaper area(mmmm, mmm!!) that smells good, and feels great when she uses her hands and fingers to spread the powder all over and around and on my little stiff peepee. She says, "You love this don’t you baby?" I’m so wrapped up in how good this feels that I can only remotely respond with, "Uh huh." I feel her grab both of my ankles with one hand, lifting my bum off the changing mat so she can slide the fresh diapers under it. I come back to awareness rather quickly, and try to see what she is doing. She must think I’m trying to get away from her, as she tightens her grip on my ankles to the point where they hurt, and I let out a yelp. "OW!!" "Oh, I’m sorry, honey, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, but you twisted and I was afraid you were going to fall! Just let me finish your diapering, and it will go better dressing you. It’s a skill I haven’t lost, and I’m used to dealing with Jamie, your just a little bit bigger than him, ya’ know." Jamie is my three and a half year old cousin, and he’s still in diapers. "We don’t wear the same size clothes do we, Aunty?" "Oh, ho! you do know how to talk this morning! I was beginning to wonder." "Aw, Aunty Laura! Does Jamie wear the same size clothes I do?" "The answer is no, my little Mouse!"

"Now watch what we’re doing, we don’t want to tear the new clothes, do we?" "Aunty Laura, I can’t fit in that, it looks to small, but, oh let me try it just to be sure." She pulls the rompers down over my head, since there are snaps at the crotch. They fit fine, and she’s closing the snaps. Now comes the new shoes, pure white and soles that won’t bend to my light weight. It feels funny, now that I’m all dressed, in my diapers, plastic pants, baby tee shirt with a striped long sleeved tee shirt, and my rompers and new shoes. I take a few toddling steps with a decided waddle, with three layers of diapers, plastic pants and rompers making a huge wad right between my legs. After a few steps, I’m walking pretty good for a toddler, but my shoes don’t bend, and the soles are stiff. I’m going to have to practice walking with them, ‘cause I fall down, plop, right on my bum. With a lot of padding, I’m not hurt, just surprised. I’m totally surprised at how accurately Mommy and Aunty Laura got the feel of my new clothes down, forgetting that they were once babies, too.

I take Aunty Laura’s hand and excitedly lead her toward the kitchen and dining room, having remembered that today we were going to celebrate my birthday, that got messed up the evening the Sheriff came and arrested John Kearney and his Dad. Of course the thick hard soles of my shoes don’t have very good purchase on the floor. Half the time my foot will slip back a little for each step forward, and sounded, "Kaalok! Kaalok! until I figured out that if I step flat footed with these shoes, I’m able to exert more forward force, and actually pull Aunty for a step or two. I stop dead in my tracks as my eyes pop out, and I freeze as I take in the sight of a big high chair at the table, obviously for me, and another one on the other end of the table. A regular sized one that holds my cousin Jamie. A big banner loops through the room, I can only recognize one word, and that’s my name, Todd!

There’s Mommy with her camera, and suddenly I feel embarrassed, Mommy’s going to have pictures of me dressed like this. Then I think, hey, this is going to be fun! All of this going through my head in the split second that I hang back. Then I realize that I don’t have to worry about my school mates knowing about me wearing diapers and toddler type clothes. I know for a fact that all of them wear night diapers, and have been known to wear them to school when they were in my kindergarten class. So I began to loosen up, and when I take another step into the dining room, there is Grandma, (Gram) and Grandpa, (Gramps) smiling down at me, Mommy’s Mommy and Daddy, and Aunt Kelly and Uncle Mike, Mommy’s other sister and Jamie’s Mommy and Daddy. There are two other kids, and I felt my face turn red. Jimmie and Robbie are two kids from my class in school.

These are two kids from my old school, and they are the only ones I would consider friends. I know that they were two of the kids that were shouting at me from the school yard, trying to hurry me on to school that ill-fated day, that seems to me to have been just yesterday, when I wet and messed my pants big time right there on the sidewalk. They had to have seen me doing my pants, and I heard them laughing at me. They, Jimmie and Robbie, closed off the school year last year in Kindergarten by wetting and pooping their pants right at end of our end of the school year party in school. I guess that I started their school year for them by returning the favor, the day that John Kearney and his Daddy went to prison, and John busted my Mommy’s nose and I fell into a coma. The day that just seems like last night to me, but in reality is almost three days.

I’m kind of lost in my head full of flighty thoughts and pictures, of past events, when a shout that nearly knocks me down sinks in, "SURPRISE!!!" Aunty Laura is right behind me and I feel her hands behind me on my back, giving me support. "What’s all this?...Why?...Who, Me,...Why?", I say again, my tongue and mouth seem to be tangled around my thoughts. I look again and I can see very clearly, that Jimmie and Robbie are both wearing diapers and shortalls, and so is Jamie. Well, Jamie wears that nearly all the time. Now someone started the birthday song, as I was being pushed towards the bigger highchair. Aunty Laura just picked me up and sat me in my brand new highchair, with a big pretty bow across the tray.

"Now we can have some breakfast," Gramps grumbles, making a funny face at me like he always does to make me laugh. "How can that child eat with that big piece of ribbon in the way." Grandma says, "Oh quit your bellyaching, all your doing is fishing for a compliment," with a big grin on her face. "Grandpa has been in his shop around the clock, making your new furniture, Dear." She says in a whisper in my ear, so he wouldn’t hear it. He is very hard of hearing so I don’t worry about it. I think she whispers in my ear just to make him feel good about his hearing any way.

"Hi Jimmie and Robbie!" I say, not knowing what to say to them, being in their and my diapered state. "Hi Todd!!", They both say together, then looked at each other and laugh about saying it in unison without practice. Aunty Laura says, "Jimmie and Robbie’s Mom and Dad have taken their boys out of the public school system, and will be home schooling them with you Todd. Their Mommy will bring them here each day, and stay to help with the teaching and care taking. It will be after the first of next year before we will be able to get your books and study guides, but Jimmie and Robbie will be coming here every week day until then, since June is still going to work until then. You and Jimmie and Robbie will be able to play each day, and you will all be babies, and be treated as babies at the very least until after the first of the year.

Jimmie and Robbie have a problem similar to your own, but for different causes, isn’t that right June?" She asks of a small, very thin lady as she comes in the door from the kitchen, with a platter of pancakes. "Yes, Laura, I was about to go out of my mind, trying to get some kind of handle on how to treat my boys and their potty problems! Now, let’s get the ribbons off that highchair and feed some hungry babies. Todd’s Grandpa has promised to make each of you a highchair for you boys. What do you think about that?" They are beaming as they both said, "Cewl!!" "And what do you say to him boys?" Jimmie gets it out first, saying thank you and asking if it will be just like mine, and Robbie chimes in with the same question. These are the boys that I was worried about? It seems they are into it more than I am, of course they’ve been awake while I was unconscious.

Aunty Laura is on her way to get me my plate, she says as she goes around the table past the twins, takes a sniff and acts like she’s going to pass out, in a jocular manner. "Someone’s going to have to do some changing before breakfast, June. "Okay, I’ll take care of it." she says in exasperation. Mommy says she’ll help, just as Grandma said she’d do it.

I haven’t been paying very close attention to my own condition when Mommy asks me if I need a change. I say that I don’t think so, and just as she comes up and sticks a finger into my diaper to check for wetness, I feel a huge load coming, and my body kind of jumps upward as it fills my diaper. She yanks her finger back out as my body settles into the poop, pushing some up around my little peepee, and some up the back of my diapers. I feel tears welling up, thinking I ruined my new clothes. Mommy says, "That’s all right baby, we’ll have you in clean diapers before you know it, and it’s nothing baby, so hush and it’ll get done quicker. In with the pacifier.

She takes me into the first floor guest room where Robbie and Jimmie were taken for their changes. It’s been changed into a baby changing station, with six changing tables, "Kind of a lot, don’t you think". I was made to lie down on the first open one we came to, which was right between, Jimmie and Robbie. Mommy unsnapped the crotch of my rompers set and calls out to my Auntie Laura, "Laura would you please go get a pair of TJ’s shortalls?" "Sure thing, Arleen." Boy the stink in here is awful, and getting worse as Mommy wipes my bum, and the other two boys are getting their butts wiped. Mommy reaches over me, and I cringe some, as too often a reach like that ended in a blow to my body, and switches on a big exhaust fan in the center of the ceiling. "There, that’ll help clear the air a bit, won’t it Baby?" As I feel that she doesn’t need or want a response, I say nothing. I.m just lost in the sensations of having my bum carefully and lovingly cleaned, and another set of clean cloth diapers slips under me and then pulled up between my legs and firmly pinned on. I glance at Jimmie, on my right, and he’s smiling at me, giving me a thumbs up signal, Just as Aunty Laura steps into the room and hands Mommy a new, clean pair of shortalls, I glance to my left, and there was Robbie smiling at me and giving me the same thumbs up sign. They’re obviously happy, and this seems to be something they enjoy doing.