I was born in the 1947, at this time the rule was trained by "two". My mother always lived by the "rules" so it was assumed I would, too, but it didn't happen that way. I wet and messed myself a lot and got my little 3-year-old butt spanked a lot. I finally stopped messing but was wet all the time, day and night. I was always in trouble. My mother took my problems as an insult to her parenting skills. One day I had wet several times and she tore into me to the point my father had to break up the war. A friend of my mother made the suggestion that maybe I wasn't ready to be out of diapers, but of course that was against “the rules”. I was wet day and night. So my mother assumed there must be something wrong with me, and there was. My bladder was not developed enough so the doctor told her to put me back into diapers. I remember going to the store and she got some of the large diapers they used to make, and she let me pick out some plastic pants I found some with cowboys on them, a big thing back then. From that day on I wore diapers life was good my clothes staid dry and so did my bed. we all got along better and the war ended I always was a little slower than a lot of kids but there were a lot of 4- 5- and 6-year-olds still in diapers. I had good parents; they were just doing what they were told to do. The moral of this little story is not to turn everything into a war. Kids develop at their own pace. My kids were in diapers until they were ready to get out of them. My son was 5 and my daughter was 6. As for me, I wear diapers 24/7. My bladder never developed right. I tried medication and went to doctors for years. I finally figured diapers weren't so bad after all. With the new products on the market, what is the big deal anyway?