The 6-Year-Old Baby
By Zach Lochwood

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THE BEGINNING

Hello, my name is Zach. I am a potty-trained 6-year-old that wears 
normal white undies during the day, and wears Goodnites at night due to 
bedwetting. I have two little brothers, Tucker & Tommy. Tucker is 3 
years old, and wears small Pampers all day and all night. Tommy is 6 
years old also. I was born a mere 30 seconds before him. He now wears 
normal underwear like me, because he was just successfully potty-
trained...

THE FALL

The day was June 18, 2003. Tommy and I had just come home from our last 
day of school. Mommy had promised Tommy they would finish his potty 
training as soon as he got home from school. Tommy was very excited and 
as soon as he walked in the door, he dropped his backpack, and rushed 
upstairs to Mommy in the bathroom. It probably took them about 3 hours 
before they were done. I was in Tommy's & my bedroom with playing and 
taking care of Tucker while all this was happening. As soon as they 
were done, Tommy ran into our room and told me that mommy wanted me to 
give Tucker to Tommy, then go into Tommy's dresser and take out all the 
Large Pampers, plastic pants, and Pull-Ups and put them in a large, 
white garbage bag. "He will not need them anymore," she said. Then I 
was to throw it away. As soon as Tommy had left with Tucker, I started 
to unload his drawers. While doing this, I wondered what it would feel 
like to wear diapers again and be a baby. While I was doing this Mommy, 
Tucker, and Tommy had gone outside. For a moment, I wanted to grab some 
diapers in the bag and put them on for just a second. However, I 
hesitated. I wondered what Mommy would do if she saw me in diapers 
again. After a few more moments of thinking, I looked out the window to 
see where mommy was only to discover she was in the woods behind our 
back yard. Grateful of this, I walked over to the big garbage bag of 
Tommy's diapers. Then, I reached inside and grabbed 2 pairs of large 
Pampers and a pair of plastic pants (which was what a normal diaper 
contained for a baby at my house) and laid them down onto our bed. I 
then stripped off all my clothes and put on the Pampers and then the 
plastic pants on top. They fit me perfectly and I wanted to keep them 
on all day because they just felt so good and comfortable. I decided to 
go walk around the house with them on for a little bit. However, after 
about 5 minutes I saw my mommy, Tucker, and Tommy walking back towards 
the house. Immediately, I felt the front of my diaper get warmer and 
warmer. I panicked, realizing that I had just completely emptied my 
bladder without even thinking about it. Plus, I had apparently not put 
on enough pampers because my pee started to pool up in the plastic 
pants and leak out the crotch, then running down my bare legs. While 
panicking, I rushed up the stairs from our basement. However, as I was 
about 3/4 of the way up, I tripped and fell backwards.

CASTS ARE UNCOMFORTABLE

When I woke up, I was in the hospital with my doctor, his nurse, mommy, 
Tommy, and tucker all standing over me. My arms were also in casts. I 
could not move my arms at all. Immediately as I opened my eyes, 
everyone sighed in relief and stepped back. Then my mom lifted up her 
hands and said, "Oh God, thank you for letting my baby-boy be all 
right!" Hearing this I remembered what I had done and looked down at 
myself. My soaking diapers were gone and I was wearing a new pair (much 
thicker than before). I asked what had happened and my mommy told me 
that they found me lying at the bottom of the basement steps, on the 
concrete. Dr. Warren (the doctor) then said that I had broken both my 
arms in two places and would not be able to get the cast off until a 
few weeks. Then my mom asked me why I was in diapers. Hesitating, I 
told her what I was thinking when I was up in Tommy's and my bedroom. 
The next thing she asked was if I threw away the rest of Tommy's old 
diapers. I said no. She said that was good because I would need them. 
The doctor then cut in saying that my mother was right because since I 
could not use the bathroom anymore (remember: broken arms), I would 
have to pee and poop in diapers until my casts were off, either that or 
my mommy would have to help me use the bathroom every 45 minutes (which 
wasn't going to happen). After that, my mommy picked me up and we 
walked out to the car and headed home. On the way home, I needed to use 
the potty. I told my mommy, but she just told be to do it in my diaper. 
Instead, I tried to hold it, but after 5 minutes of that, I had no 
choice but to just pee in my diaper.

MY FIRST NIGHT AS A 3-YEAR-OLD

My brothers were very kind when this happened because they did not make 
fun of me. It was surprising, but I did not care. When we got home 
mommy took me up to our room and put me on the changing table. Then she 
changed my diapers, and put on a small t-shirt leaving my diaper 
completely showing. I asked why I was not going to wear pants, and she 
responded that I would either be dressed like this, or with only a 
diaper and no shirt because it would make changing a lot easier. As 
soon as mommy was done dressing me, she brought me downstairs. Then she 
announced to the three of us that I would be treated like a baby for my 
punishment until my casts came off. She also said that Tommy was in 
charge of changing me since she was taking care of Tucker all the time. 
"In addition," she said, "Zach's bed will be switched with his big crib 
downstairs" (which was the crib I used just before I started to potty-
train. It was very sturdy). I felt terrible. I kept thinking, "What 
would my friends say?" "There goes my summer" and more thoughts that I 
was not fond of. After our little family talk, Tucker and I were picked 
up and put in the playpen. Even though I did not enjoy it, he did. I 
thought, "Figures, he doesn't have anything to worry about. He's just a 
baby." That thought stopped me for a second. If I am basically a baby 
for the next few weeks, then I have nothing to worry about (plus I 
enjoyed sucking on my pacifier that mommy put in my mouth upstairs). So 
I kept thinking I wouldn't have to worry about going to the bathroom 
anymore, or worry about chores. I could eat messy, and do all sorts of 
baby things. For the next few weeks, I realized I would have a carefree 
life. The only bad thing is that I would have to stay wherever they put 
me, eat what they fed me, and play with baby toys. However, that didn't 
matter much to me. This was going to be a great punishment!

A TYPICAL DAY FOR ME FOR MY FIRST AND SECOND WEEK AS A BABY

Then next day, Tommy awaked me. He came in, unlocked my crib and helped 
me out. Next, he walked me over to the changing table where he 
undressed me and changed my diaper. It felt weird having my younger 
brother change me and undress me at first, but I realized that it 
really didn't matter. It didn't seem like he cared either, it wasn't 
anything he hadn't seen before. Plus, he got real good at changing me, 
real fast. I guess I sort of liked it. At breakfast, I was fed baby 
food. When he fed me I could feel that I needed to use the bathroom. I 
started to say, "I need to use the bathroom", but I just kept quiet and 
went in my diaper. After breakfast, I was changed again, and then the 
four of us got in the car and went to daycare. I had to sit in my old 
car seat with Tucker next to me in his. Tommy got to sit up front. 
Normally, Tommy and I would usually go into the big kid room and Tucker 
would go to the toddler room. However, since I am a "baby" for the next 
few weeks, I am to be sent to the toddler room with Tucker. In there, 
there are a couple dozen baby toys scattered around the room. In the 
room there were a lot of kids ranging from 2-5 years old. A few of them 
were potty-trained, a few were being potty-trained so they wore pull-
ups around, and the rest like me and tucker were in just diapers with a 
short shirt or no shirt at all. When lunchtime came, I had peed and 
pooped in my diaper...twice (I noticed a lot of kids were like this 
too, including Tucker). Nevertheless, Miss. Clark came around and 
checked us all, and when she came to a kid like me she stopped to 
change them. When she came around again, she and her assistant had some 
baby food in their hands and fed us. While feeding me, I had started to 
pee again. When I opened my mouth to tell her that I needed changing, 
she just stuffed more food in my mouth and said, "That's a good boy". 
When I was done being fed, my diaper was wet again. But I didn't care 
because after she fed me, she stuffed a pacifier in my mouth. Without 
hesitation I began sucking. After awhile of sucking on my binky, trying 
to play with toys to keep me for being bored, and taking a nap in my 
crib Miss Clark and her assistant came around to us again doing their 
normal diaper checking routine, changing the wet ones. Then a short 
while later, mommy came to pick Tucker, Tommy, and me up. When we got 
back home, I was changed and re-clothed again, then walked over to the 
playpen. After a dinner of baby-food, Tommy once again came to change 
me. However, this time Tommy asked mommy, "Why is Zach's poop yellow 
instead of brown like mine?" She responded, "If a baby's poop is 
yellow, you know that the food you're feeding it is the correct food. 
Baby's should only be fed the correct food because then when the baby 
poops in a diaper, it is easier for the baby to poop out." That comment 
stopped us all for a second because it was partially disturbing. After 
I was changed, I was walked over to the playpen again. In few minutes, 
I fell asleep. When I woke up, I had peed and pooped in my diaper 
again. I was also being changed out of my shirt and wet diapers into a 
new pair of diapers with an extra layer of pampers and plastic pants 
for bedtime, this time with out a shirt. During all this I acted as if 
I was still asleep (I'm really good at that). Then I was put in my 
crib. All this was a typical day for me for my first and second week as 
a baby. However as these weeks went by, I was becoming more of a 3 year 
old than a 6 year old. Everyone now knows me as the second baby of the 
family, not remembering the 6 year old. I had also forgotten that I was 
a six year old too, I thought I really was a baby. I had also forgotten 
the big boy stuff like how to hold your pee until you get to a 
bathroom. I was now peeing and pooping in my diapers without realizing 
it. Mommy even bought extra-large baby clothes for me. Complete with 
overall shorts that had Bob the Builder on them, a solid blue t-shirt 
underneath, and socks that had Bob the Builder on them. She even bought 
me a baseball cap that had Bob the Builder on them (in my baby years, 
he was my favorite TV character.). When we went for a walk outside (I 
was put in the double stroller with Tucker up front and me in the 
back), people didn't recognize Zach or the 6 year old in me. They just 
said, "Oh, look at those two cute baby boys" and grab my cheek to give 
it a tug. This was my second week.

TROUBLE STARTS

My third week was pretty interesting. This was also my final week in 
casts, because the following Sunday I would get them off. I wasn't 
really excited, I was kind of sad. This experience was fun for me, not 
a punishment. Nevertheless, I had to deal with getting my casts off and 
losing the diapers. One day, when Tommy came into our room to change me 
again, he didn't look like he has happy like he usually is. When he 
started, he paused, then stopped and sat on the bed. He started to cry. 
This was shocking. It woke me up from my clueless baby daze. I knew 
this was not normal for Tommy to cry, he even said, "I'm a big boy now, 
I don't cry". For the past weeks, I was the crying one usually. All I'd 
have to do was cry a little, and someone would come over and put my 
binky in my mouth to keep my quiet. Anyways, I asked Tommy what was the 
matter. He said, "Peeing in the toilet is hard! I don't want to 
anymore. I want to be like you, a 3 year old, again. You have it so 
easy." I immediately but in and said, "Oh no Tommy, sometimes my binky 
falls out and I have to work up another cry to get it back in." After 
thinking about my response, I regretted, "Oh, I guess your right. But 
what could you do? You're a 'Big Boy' now" He responded, "I'm just 
going to refuse to use the potty!" "Well you have to go potty 
somewhere." "I'll just wet myself until Mommy let's me wear diapers 
again." "Why don't you just take some of my diapers to wear?" "What do 
I do when you get out of your casts?" "Good point, you think she'll 
give in?" "After cleaning me up so many times, she will." "Well, I'm 
going to do the same thing when I get out." "You are?" "Yup, to tell 
you the truth, I've enjoyed wearing these diapers and being a baby for 
the past few weeks. I've had a carefree life! I don't want to stop 
right now!" "Yeah and I want to be just like you!"

THE RESISTANCE

For the next week, Tommy resisted going to the bathroom. He had many 
battles with Mommy about using the potty. He was doing good, too. Mommy 
even bribed him with money, toys, ice cream, and other neat stuff to 
get him to use the bathroom again. Finally she stopped. At the time I 
was in my crib watching this incident. If only I had popcorn. 
Meanwhile, Tommy was sitting on the floor peeing in his pants. Mommy 
started to yell, "WHY? WHY DON'T YOU WANNA BE A BIG BOY?""I want to be 
a baby again like Tucker and Zach" "Well, Zach will be getting his 
casts off soon and then he will go back to a big boy again. Isn't that 
right Zach?" I didn't say anything. I just looked at her with my binky 
in my mouth as if I hadn't been watching this whole thing. "RIGHT 
ZACH?" She repeated. Again, I did nothing. "Fine," she said, "I'm not 
going to discuss this anymore...Tommy, go into the bathroom and finish 
up peeing, by using the potty...NOW" Tommy looked up to her, "But I'm 
already done. "She sighed. She felt the front part of his crotch, warm. 
Then she felt his butt, also warm but squishy too. She sighed again. 
Then she picked him up, and set him down on the changing table. She 
then striped down all his clothes and wiped him clean. After this, she 
left the room saying, "stay here, and she'd be right back" leaving 
Tommy just sitting there naked. As soon as she was gone, Tommy said, 
"Ahh, it feels so good knowing I'm going to have Pull-Up's on again." 
"Weren't you going for diapers?" "I am, once I go potty in these, 
she'll have to put me in diapers again because my poop will surely have 
leak out." "Thanks for letting me know." I said sarcastically. When 
Mommy came back, she had a t-shirt in her hands, a pair of small slip 
on shorts, the white bag of Tommy's old diapers, and the car keys. I 
had almost forgotten that it was Sunday, and today I would be expected 
to grow up. Then Mommy took a pair of Pull-Ups out of the bag and 
handed them to Tommy. Then she handed the clothes to Tommy. She told 
Tommy to put on the Pull-Ups and clothes on while she came over to me 
and got me out of the crib. When she felt my crotch for warmth, I 
obviously needed to be changed before we left. Apparently during their 
argument, I had pooped and peed in my diapers twice without realizing 
it. Once I was changed into new diapers and clothes, I was walked 
downstairs to the car. Once we were all in, we drove off to the 
hospital. It was a fairly quick appointment because Dr. Warren had 
every tool he needed out and ready to go. When my cast was taken off, I 
moved my arm. It felt so good to move it again. I was also changed into 
6-year-old clothes again. I was disappointed at first, but then I 
remembered our plan. On our way home I got to sit in the front again. 
Suddenly, I felt the front part of my underwear get warm. You could 
also here the pee splashing around in my shorts, and to top it off, a 
big dark spot on my shorts appeared. I had ignored this when it was all 
happening, for this sound, smell, and feeling were nothing unusual for 
me for the past few weeks. Then my mom stopped the car, which got me 
out of my baby daze again. She said, "Zach...please tell me you're not 
going to do this to me." I said nothing "Zach? Did you hear me young 
man?" I just looked at her and said nothing. Then she lifted hands in 
the air and shouted, "WHY???" After that comment, Tucker realized what 
was happening and while giggling he said, "Mommy make big noise." then 
giggled some more. Then we all laughed and then quickly quieted down. 
Mommy said, "Well, what choice do I have? You two are going to just 
keep wetting & soiling your clothes and then I'll have to clean up 
after you. You guys leave me no choice." She sighed and turned around 
(heading for the shopping plaza). Tommy and I looked at each other and 
smiled.

SHOPPING

That day, we all went shopping. We went to Costco and picked up a huge 
box of Pampers Extra-Large Diapers (the kind that fit Tommy and me 
perfectly), more plastic pants, blank carpenter overalls, and an extra 
large crib that would fit Tommy, Tucker, and me on it at night. All of 
this was on sale too. During the day, mommy kept saying, "I can't 
believe I'm doing this." and at one point she was about to stop and 
take all the stuff back. Luckily Tommy said, "Mommy, I just wet myself 
again" in that whining voice we use when we want something. When we 
were all done, she sighed and said, "There are you guys all happy now?" 
Tommy and I shook our heads "yes" very quickly. When we got home, we 
walked up stairs with all our new stuff and set it all up. Tucker's 
room became the new nursery. Tommy's and my room became the room for 
all three kids in the family and the three of us slept in the same 
crib. Once we were all done, Tommy and I put on our new diapers on each 
other and mommy asked, "Could you guys do me a huge favor?" We said 
that we sure could after mommy just bought all that stuff for us. "I 
will let you guys wear diapers under a one condition. You have to 
change each others diapers, and I'll take care of Tucker." We thought 
about it and quickly said, "SURE".

FROM NOW ON...

Both Tommy and I were surprised that Mommy had gave in. I guess she 
didn't want any more trouble. I don't blame her either, taking care of 
two kids that pooped and peed all over the place would have been hard. 
Plus, since Daddy passed away a year ago, Mommy didn't have the help. 
From now on, both Tommy and I wore overalls over our diapers in public 
and at home & daycare we wore only our diapers, rarely with a shirt. 
Changing was easy too. Mommy showed us that all we had to do to know if 
one another was wet was to feel the other brother's crotch to see if it 
was warm or squishy. Tommy also started to pee and poop without 
realizing just like me. We also recovered Tommy's old binky. When we 
went to daycare, we joined Tucker in the Toddler Room. When school 
came, we were in the same class again, and wore our overalls over our 
diapers.

OUR FIRST NIGHT AS BABIES

By the time the three of use had our new rooms set up and our new 
diapers on, it was about 7:30 (Our normal bedtime). We were all tired, 
and after one last change for the day, the three of us got in our crib 
to go to sleep. Tucker was sleeping in a flash, and Tommy and I talked 
for about 5 minutes... "We did it." said Tommy "How long to you think 
you wanna stay in diapers like this?" I asked. "Donno, maybe a couple 
years." "A couple years?" I paused, "I guess that's alright." "What 
reason do have for not staying in them?" "We don't I guess" I replied, 
"Nite' Tommy" I waited. He had already gone to sleep. Me sleeping with 
my binky. I luv my binky.

OUR TYPICAL DAY FOR THE REST OF THE SUMMER

When I woke up, Tommy and Tucker were sleeping next to me. I could feel 
my diaper bulging in the back and I was heavily wet in the front (which 
was normal for me now). Then I leaned over and felt Tommy's crotch. It 
was warm and bulging like mine. When I leaned over and felt Tucker's 
crotch, If was like mine also. We all needed changing. Then I heard 
Mommy coming up the stairs. I quickly closed my eyes and acted asleep. 
When she walked in, I heard her talk to herself, "Oh, they're so 
adorable. They may have put up a fight yesterday, but they're still 
adorable." I could tell she was in a much better mood than she was 
yesterday. As she was talking to herself, I could hear her feel 
Tucker's crotch. When she lifted off, she went over to me and felt my 
crotch. Then went to Tommy and did the same thing. After this, I heard 
her pick up Tucker and put him on the table. After changing him, she 
picked me up. When she did, my arms fell limp as if I was really 
asleep. I could feel myself doze off and I tried to stay awake. 
However, I lost control when she put a new diaper on me. The last thing 
I remember is that I felt so good because my diaper fit me perfectly 
and It felt so good. The next time I woke up, I was in the car in only 
my diapers. So was Tommy and Tucker too. I could tell we were on the 
way to daycare. When we arrived, she woke Tommy, and Tucker up and put 
us one by one into the stroller. Apparently, she had put the other 
stroller in the basement and brought the 3-seated stroller (it was 
originally used when Tucker was just born, and Tommy and I were still 
in our first diaper stage). When we got inside, Mommy told the clerk 
that we still needed to be fed breakfast. After that, the three of us 
were escorted into the Toddler room. After an awesome breakfast of 
applesauce, Tucker left our trio to go play with his friends. 
Meanwhile, Tommy and I played with a ball. Throughout the day, we 
played with a bunch of the toys, were changed frequently, ate lunch, 
and were changed some more until Mommy came to get us. When we got 
home, Tucker and I felt each other's crotch and changed each other. 
Then we played with some of our toys and were fed dinner. After dinner, 
Tucker changed my diaper again. When I changed his, I saw that his poop 
was yellow like mine. After changing, Tommy and I made up a new game 
called "Baby Wrestling". The objective was to get on top of the other 
brother and hold him down. While, holding him down, you counted to ten. 
If the brother on the ground freed himself within 10 seconds, you got 
back up and tried to take him down again. One time, I got Tommy on his 
back, with the front of him facing up. When I laid myself on top of 
him, his diaper was positioned under my belly button. Immediately, I 
felt the front of his diaper get warm. When I got to ten, he told me he 
needed changing. I just told him that I would wait till we changed 
before bed. Before we started again, he told me to wait. Then he felt 
my crotch and found I was warm also, and told me we would wait till 
bedtime for me too. By the time it as bedtime, our diapers were soaking 
wet. After we changed each other, we went to bed. That was our typical 
day schedule for the rest of the summer. In the mornings, Mommy took 
the honors of changing all of us before we got up. Tommy and I never 
got tired of feeling one another's crotch and changing each other. 
After awhile, (this may seem weird) we realize we both liked feeling 
one another's crotch to see if it was warm. This summer turned out to 
be the best summer of all.

SCHOOL TIME

During the summer, we had 2 pairs of Pampers on with one pair of 
plastic pants on top for our diapers. During the school year, we put on 
4 pairs of Pampers, with 2 plastic pants on top so we didn't have to 
get changed during the day. To this day, no body knows we still wear 
diapers, so it's been working great. However, I told my best friend Sam 
Roberts. He had to vow to never tell anyone. He actually thought that 
wearing diapers would be fun. At that time he was still trying to get 
them. However, when he comes over to play, he usually asks if he could 
put some on and we usually say yes. Our diapers were a little difficult 
for him to put on so I usually was the one who had to strip down his 
clothes and diaper him. It was easier to diaper him and change him 
because he was a smaller 6 year old than Tommy and I. We also taught 
him how to feel the other person's crotch to see if it was warm. When 
school ended in June this year, we were all pretty happy. After the 
school year, Sam's parents had to go on a business trip for a week and 
we offered to watch him until they got back...

A WEEK WITH SAM

A full seven days. It was great. As soon as he arrived, I stripped him 
down and put him in diapers. Luckily, Mommy had this week off so we 
didn't have to go to daycare. When Mommy saw him in diapers she asked, 
"Do your parents let you wear those?" He responded, "They said I can 
while I'm over here." "Ok then...I'll just let you guys be" When she 
left, he whispered to himself, "They never said I couldn't" and we all 
laughed quietly. This is how a typical day with Sam went while he was 
staying at our house:
>Get changed by Mommy
>Sleep
>Get up & change each other
>Eat Breakfast
>Change each other
>Go outside and play a game for a few hours
>Eat Lunch
>Change each other
>Play inside for a few hours (Plus tell Sam how we planned to convince 
Mommy to let us stay in diapers.)
>Have a Baby-Wrestling-Tournament
>Change each other
>Play inside some more
>Eat Dinner
>Change each other
>Play with our toys/Watch a movie
>Change each other for bed
>Talk for a few minutes
>Go to sleep

Yes, Mommy changed Sam in the morning too. About halfway through the 
week Sam stopped while we were playing Baby-Wrestling. Both Tommy and I 
realized what was happening. Sam just realized he had completely 
emptied his bladder without realizing it. During the first half of the 
week, whenever Sam needed to use the potty, he stopped playing and 
purposely let himself wet his diaper where he was at the time (that's 
what he said). But now, he had just peed in his diaper while wrestling 
without even knowing it. Both Tommy and I knew he was becoming like us 
where he didn't realize when he was peeing, pooping, or both. It 
startled him at first, but he knew there was nothing to worry about 
because of his diaper (again what he said and I agree). Sam said that 
he wanted to do what Tommy did to get back into diapers. He, too, 
realized that peeing in diapers was much easier than trying to hold it 
all day. However he told us that he was going to take a more, 
"accidental" approach. Sleeping with a nice clean diaper. :)

BACK TO DAYCARE

When Sam's parents left with him, Tommy and I were sad, but we knew we 
would see him tomorrow in daycare... The next day, after our diapers 
were changed and we were fed, we were off to daycare. Not long after we 
were in the Toddler Room, we heard voices in the lobby... "Good 
morning, Mrs. Roberts" "Oh hello Shirley. Could you put Samuel in the 
Toddlers' Room today please..." next she whispered, "He's been having 
quite a few accidents in his big boy underwear lately so were putting 
him in diapers until he doesn't have anymore accidents." "Oh, you poor 
dear. Well...we know just what to do with you, yes we do alright." 
"Thanks, Shirley. I'll be back around 3." "O.K. then, you have a good 
time now" Mrs. Shirley Thompson was a large, kind, and cheerful fat 
woman. She was like the typical soccer mom. At the daycare center, she 
was the clerk that worked at the front desk. When Sam walked in, he 
held his glum look he had in the lobby until he sat down. Then he 
smiled. When he sat down, Miss Clark picked him right back up and 
changed him. He was a little angry at her, I could tell. However, when 
she set him back down, he became calm. The then told us what happened 
last night at his house. He said at the time he was in his room. He had 
told us that he had managed to get the diapers we put on him off, and 
his big boy underwear on. After this he told us that he started to cry 
(he can fake crying the best out of the three of us) and his parents 
rushed right in... "Samuel? Samuel! What's wrong? It's all right, stop 
crying." His Mommy said while rubbing his back. "I had an accident in 
my big...(sniff)...boy underwear" Sam confessed. "I tried to get up to 
go but it just came out, I couldn't stop it." He started to cry again. 
"Oh, Sam, it's ok. We can get through this." His daddy said while 
shaking his hand in the air. (By the way, his daddy was the coolest guy 
ever. When we were little, his daddy snuck us out of his house without 
Sam's mommy knowing. That day we went for ice cream, and we went to our 
local amusement park.) Sam then said they then cleaned him up and gave 
him another pair of big boy underwear (Pull-Ups). Then Sam said he peed 
and pooped in his "underwear" again a couple hours later. He then faked 
crying and told them what happened again. After hearing this they took 
some spare diapers and put them on him instead of Pull-Ups. He said he 
went through 2 more pairs of diapers before bed. When he woke up this 
morning he needed a change, too. After Sam told me what happened I 
thought about it. It was a very good plan and I wish I would have 
thought of it. He even said that his mommy was going to get diapers 
just like mine and Tommy's today.

LIFE UNTIL NOW

After that, Sam has been in diapers ever since. Tommy and I are still 
in diapers, plus some other kids have experimented with wearing 
diapers, too. Tommy and I still feel each other's crotch to see if we 
need changing. Life is good right now, with no potty-related worries. 
Heck, we don't know what a potty is anymore.

Thanks to Tommy and Sam for helping me gather all the facts for this 
story. Thanks to Brian for helping me write this story.