This story begins when I was 3 years old. I was just beginning to be 
potty trained. It was a beautiful day outside and my mom wanted me to 
go outside and play. My friend, who lives down the street, came over to 
play with me, although he wore diapers still and was not potty trained 
yet. I was playing cars with my friend when all of a sudden I notice my 
friend has a dirty diaper and he is just wearing a shirt and his 
diaper. I go in and tell my mom. she comes outside and notices it and 
she picks up and carries my friend inside and carries him upstairs and 
puts him down on my old changing table. She untapes the diaper and 
raises his feet in the air and grabs some baby wipes and wipes his 
bottom. I tell my mom that I have to go to the bathroom, so she says 
�let me finish changing him.� She gets a diaper from underneath and I 
am still holding on and not wanting to pee my pants. She takes the 
diaper and takes my friend�s feet and raises them in the air. My mom 
puts the diaper underneath his bottom and raises his feet down and 
brings the diaper up (I think it was a Huggies) and tapes the sides up. 
She picks him up and sets him down but before we could get out of the 
room pee just starts coming out slowly. Then all of sudden I have pee 
all over my pants and I just start crying. Then it gets worse, although 
I pee my pants, I pooped my pants, also not knowing I needed to go 
poop.

My mom said, �It�s alright, these things happen.� I am still crying and 
my mom takes me in the bathroom and takes off my shoes then my shirt 
then my pants. She says, �I will be right back. I have to go put these 
in the washer.� She comes back and starts the bath and gives me a bath 
and after I was cleaned up she picks me up and wraps me in a towel. She 
says, �Now, Michael, I guess you�re not ready to be potty trained, so I 
guess I will have to put you back in diapers.� I just started crying 
and I said, �Diapers are for babies and I am a big boy!� My mom said, 
�Big boys don't pee and poop in their pants; babies do that.�

I am still crying and my mom picks me up and takes me to my old 
changing table. My mom sets me down on the changing table and that is 
when my dad gets home and was wondering what is going on. My mom tells 
him, �It looks like Michael isn't ready to be a big boy yet.� Dad 
wasn't upset or anything; he knew I wasn't going to be to do it. So my 
dad helps my mom. First, he grabs my old clothes like my onesie, 
pajamas (that I hate), and all my other baby clothes and I am still 
crying. My dad puts my old pacifier in my mouth and I spit it out and 
my dads gets upset. Then he puts it in my mouth the second time and I 
knew I didn't want to fight him when he is already upset. Then my mom 
gets the baby powder and gets a diaper and opens the diaper and my mom 
grabs my ankles and lifts them in the air and puts the diaper under my 
bottom. She then takes the baby powder and sprinkles it on. Then my mom 
lowers my legs and spreads, then pulls the diaper up and tapes them. 
Then my mom takes one of my old shirts and puts it on me. I said, �What 
about pants?� and she said, �No pants, just your shirt and a diaper.�

She picks me up and carries me downstairs for my lunch and my dad picks 
me up and puts me in my old high chair. Then my mom brings over some 
baby food and feeds it to me. After she was finished she takes me out 
and cleans me up and my mom gives my dad a bottle and my takes me over 
to the chair and feeds me the bottle like I was one year old. After the 
bottle I pooped my diaper and peed, too. My dad says, �Looks like we 
have a smelly baby� and takes me upstairs and sets me down on the 
changing table and changes my diaper. He then puts me in my old crib 
along with a bottle and I take a nap.

Two hours later my mom comes and wakes me up and checks my diaper and I 
was dry. Then she takes me downstairs and puts me in my old playpen and 
I play with my toys and watch cartoons until dinner is ready. I eat my 
dinner in the high chair and after dinner was done. I needed my poopy 
diaper changed my mom changes my diaper and gives me another bath and 
takes me out and puts me on the changing table. She puts my diaper on 
me and then puts my old pajamas on me and then puts me in my old crib 
and says, �good night, see you in the morning.�

Story to be continued if you want it to be. I am looking for a women or 
men in the Kansas City area or anywhere that would love to travel to 
help take care of me I am a baby 24/7 and need someone to feed me, bath 
me, and change my diapers. If a women is interested or men please email 
me at [email protected].