The Life and Times of Lonnie It was like any other day in our house as far as getting up and the usual things happening. I was 6 years old and my mom still got me up, and dressed and bathed me, and for some reason up until this time I remember sleeping in a crib. After dinner, my Mom usually would get me ready for bed give me a bath and put me in my PJ's ( You have to remember that even though I wasn't wearing diapers at this time I still wasn't dry at night.) Anyway, after my bath I usually got to watch TV for about an hour and usually was given a snack before bed. When it was bed time my mom would take me by the hand, and take me upstairs, but this time on this day and I remember it was summertime my mom stopped before taking me to my room and tucking me in. She got down to where I could see her and said, "Lonnie if the wetting doesn't stop mommy is going to put you back in diapers." I'm thinking, "sure" and really at that time never gave it much thought and really never wanted to wear diapers. Well, I was taken to my room, and given my stuffed Mickey Mouse and tucked in with a sippy cup on the stand and the nightlight left on. My Mom kissed me and turned the light out, and left the room. My mom has always come into my room and gotten me up and taken me downstairs to get me dressed and for breakfast. Before she went to get breakfast she checked the front of my pj's and it didn't come as any surprise I was wet as usual. My mom gave me breakfast and I ate and then she got me cleaned up and dressed me in my shortalls. That's how I remember it was like summertime. Nothing was said about me being wet and I went about and played most of the day with the exception of eating and taking a nap. Dinner came and went as usual and then it was bath time. I got my bath as usual but really didn't pay any attention to what was there until my mom dried me off and instead of putting me in my PJ's she wrapped me in a towel and took me to my room. She set me on her lap and said, "Lonnie we have to talk for a minute." She said, "Do you remember what we talked about last night?" and I looked at her sort of with a blank look. Then I remembered. She said, "I said to you if your wetting doesn't stop, I was going to put you back in diapers." I said, "But mommy! I'm not a baby!" She said, "Lonnie, a lot of boys your age wet and still wear diapers to bed." Then she got two diapers and started to fold them together. It still wasn't hitting me even standing there naked that I was going to be put in diapers again. After she folded the diapers she put two pins in her mouth and said for me to lay down, I started to cry. "But mommy I'm not a baby, I don't wanna wear diapers!" and pulled back. Well, mom was trying to be patient but I wasn't making it easy. After a few minutes, she said, "Lonnie, I have things to do, and don't have all night. She took me by the arm and laid me on the diapers and started to put them on me I was crying harder and moving around trying not to get them put on me. My mom smacked me on the leg, not hard, but enough to let me know to stop it. She pinned one side with a blue diaper pin and then started to do the other they were white cloth diapers looked like the ones I wore not long before that, I was in diapers full- time till age 5, that's what my mom says, anyway. I started to move my leg so the other side couldn't get pinned but my mom smacked me on the leg and said, "Lonnie you are wearing diapers. Mom can't keep up with all the wash you are making for me." Well, I saw it was going to happen anyway and the other diaper pin was put in then she shook out a pair of my old plastic pants and lifted my legs and slipped one foot in then the other and started to move them up my legs when she took me by both hands and lifted me into a standing position and pulled them up the rest of the way fussing over making sure they were tucked in the plastic pants. My mom hugged me and said, "There, that wasn't too bad," between my sobs. She put me in my PJ's and sent me downstairs to watch TV. I waddled down the stairs and sit down to watch some TV. when it was bedtime my mom took me by the hand and took me to my room and with my stuffed Mickey Mouse. This time Mickey had a diaper on, too, but instead of my sippy cup there was a bottle I started crying again, "Mommy I'm not a baby!" But mom said, "diapers and bottles go together." She tucked me in tight and left the night light on, turned out the light and left the room. I remember waking up the next morning the sun was shining and it took me a minute to realize what happened the night before. I remember feeling the plastic pants and the diaper and feeling really wet but everything, my PJ's and bed were dry. Even Mickey was dry. A little while later, my Mom came into my room like she always does, and came over. She sat down on my bed, and ask me how her boy slept. I smiled at her and said "OK" She then put her hands down my PJs and plastic pants. She felt the diaper and said, "I see you had a pretty wet night, it's a good thing I put you in diapers". Mom got me out of bed and said, "Let's get breakfast, and then we will get you changed. I said, "OK Mommy." I remember I was really wet, and it felt a little cold. Then I had to pee again, so I said, "Mommy, I have to go pee." She looked at me for a second, and then smiled and said, "Lonnie you have a diaper on, just go in your diaper." I said, " But Mommy!" She said, "No buts, go in your diaper." Well, I had to stop, and before too long, I couldn't hold it any longer, and just started to pee in my diaper. I remember the warm feeling and the diaper getting really heavy on me. We went downstairs and I sat down like I always did with the wet diapers on and waited for Mom to get breakfast ready. I was sitting in the kitchen area and ate my breakfast. Then mom took me in the family room and started to take my PJ's off, and them made me lie down so she could take my plastic pants off and unpin the diapers. My mom took some wipes and cleaned me up she commented that we can't have diaper rash starting, and I remember it tickled some. When that was finished, I remember this instead of getting my regular undies I wore the printed kind anyway she got what looked like a pair of plastic pants to me but when I got a little older I realized they were all-in-one trainers. I said to my Mom, "Mommy where is my undies?" She said, "Lonnie, honey, you don't wear regular big-boy undies anymore, you are going to wear training pants since you wet a little all the time. Mommy thinks training pants would be better." I started to cry a little and my mom grabbed me and hugged me and said, "Mommy knows this is really hard for you, but it will be better for both of us, you'll see." I nodded my head and then she started putting my clothes on. I remember it was some sort of play outfit had little animals on the shorts and the shirt. After that, I went and started to play like I usually did and before I knew it lunch time was here. I ate something, I think like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and milk and a cookie. Then mom said it was time for a nap and checked my trainers just little damp but ok. Mom took me by the hand to my room and gave me a bottle and said, "see you after your nap," and closed the door. I fell asleep, and after awhile, I woke up pretty groggy. I looked around the room and then felt a little strange. Then it dawned on me I was wet again. My mom finally came into my room, and after and noticed I wasn't getting up. She knew something was fishy, and asks me, "Lonnie is everything OK?" I didn't answer her, so after feeling my forehead to see if I had a fever and looked around she then realized what it could be so she felt down my trainers and then knew what was wrong. She said, "Lonnie honey, it's OK. Don't be ashamed, that's why mommy put you in trainers, in case you had an accident. It's a good thing I did!" She got me up cleaned me up and put a clean pair of trainers on me with a t- shirt and just left me like that for the rest of the day. That wasn't unusual for me either, because even at age 6 I was still running around the house in undies and a shirt, but I didn't like the idea of being in little kid pants. Mom said to me it would be ok. So I went and played until it was time for dinner.