Son Put Back in Diapers

Summary: I am a single father with a son who is currently 6 years old 
now. This happened when he was 4 years old. This took place in the 
summer.

One day my son and I were at Wal-Mart and it was a hot day and it was 
on the weekend. My son was telling me he had to go to the bathroom and 
I told him to hold it we were in a line getting ready to pay for the 
groceries. By the way, my son is small for his age. He only weighed 35 
pounds so he was small. Anyway, we were in the line and my son kept 
bothering me and I told him to hold it. Then something embarrassing 
happened. He couldn't hold it any longer and he peed his pants. First 
time he has done that ever since he has been potty trained but was only 
potty trained for 6 months. His pants were soaked and I didn't know 
what to do and everyone started looking at me, I was so embarrassed, so 
we paid for our groceries and headed out to the car and I put the 
groceries in the car and put my son in his car seat like I said in the 
beginning he still requires a car seat because he is still small. So 
there my son is in wet clothes then he tells me he needs to go poop. I 
tell him to hold it and he holds it and then all of a sudden it 
happens-- he pooped his pants and I got upset. It started to smell 
really bad. We were a few minutes from home and I get the groceries 
take them inside and take my son out of his car seat and carry him in. 
Well, it�s just me and my son that live in the house. Occasionally I 
will have other kids there watching them but not that day. I take him 
inside and take him upstairs and take his clothes off and give him a 
bath and now he is all clean. It is approximately noon and I fix him 
his lunch and tell him that he will have to wear a diaper while he is 
taking his nap. He screams and cries and tells me, "No, I am a big 
boy!" I replied, "Big boys don't pee and poop their pants only babies 
do." So we finish up lunch and tell him it is time for his nap.

I take him upstairs and he still sleeps in a crib. He is still small 
and not ready for a big boy bed yet. I get the diapers that have not 
been used yet and baby powder and he starts screaming when he sees it. 
I give him his pacifier and he likes his pacifier and I lay him down on 
the floor; the floor is carpeted-- it is not a hard wood floor. Anyway, 
I lay him down and he starts fighting. I tell him, �You keep fighting 
you will get a spanking,� so he cooperates with me and I start undoing 
his clothes and take his shoes off and grab the baby powder and 
sprinkle it on his bottom and grab the diaper and open it up. I grab 
his feet and thrust them in the air and put the diaper underneath his 
bottom, bring his feet down and tape the diaper up. Then I grab his 
pajamas and put them on him and put him to sleep.

I put away the last of the groceries sit sown and relax and clean up. 2 
hours later he is crying and I go upstairs and see him sitting up 
wanting to come out, so I pick him up and take him to his old changing 
table that I got out while he was asleep. I lay him down and take off 
his pajama bottoms and he is wet and poopy and I tell him that he will 
stay in diapers until he can act like a big boy. He starts crying and I 
tell him to stop crying or I will spank him. He stops and I clean him 
up and put a fresh diaper on him. I put some clothes on him as well. I 
take him downstairs and let him watch TV. About 30 minutes later he 
tells me that he needs his diaper changed. I go upstairs and grab a 
diaper and come downstairs and lay him down on the couch and change his 
diaper. He watches TV for a couple hours and then I decide to order 
pizza for me and him and the pizza comes around 6:00. After dinner I 
let him watch some more TV and tell him it�s time for bed, so I take 
him upstairs and change his diaper and put his pajamas on and give him 
a bottle and he falls right asleep.

Chapter 2- The Day at the Pool.

My son wakes up at 7:00 and starts crying. I wake up and go to his room 
and take him out of his crib and he tells me he needs his diaper 
changed. So I take him to his changing table and lay him down. I take 
off his pajama pants then his shirt so now his just in his diaper. I 
take out a diaper and powder and take his diaper off and he was really 
wet and I powder his bottom and grab the diaper and raise his feet in 
the air and put the diaper under his bottom. I bring his feet down and 
tape the diaper up and then I pick him up and I decide to change first 
before I put clothes on him so I let him watch TV in my room and so I 
finish putting clothes on then I take him back to his room and put some 
clothes on him.

We decide to go out and eat breakfast so I grab a couple diapers and 
wet wipes and the powder and his pacifier and put it in the diaper bag 
and go to the car I put my son in his car seat and I decide to go to 
Denny's. So we arrive at Denny's and go inside and ask the lady for a 
booster seat and so we sit down and I order my food and I get the 
bottle out and ask the lady if she can put some orange juice in it. She 
comes back with the orange juice and my son drinks all of very quickly 
then our food comes and I start eating and help my son with his food. 
Within a few minutes after we eat and I am waiting for our bill my son 
decides to go poop in his diaper, so he says to me, "daddy, I went 
poppy in my diaper!"

I said, "okay, let�s go change you,� so I take him to the bathroom but 
the bathroom says �OUT OF ORDER� and I said, �great,� so I had no 
choice but to change him in the booth. So I lay him down in the booth 
and take off his pants and untape the diaper and I take the wipes out 
and clean him up and powder his bottom and take the diaper out of the 
diaper bag and put a fresh diaper on him. Finally, our check comes and 
I pay for the meal we leave and head home.

One of my best friends calls me and asks if he wants us to go to the 
pool with him and his son who is the same age and also has to wear 
diapers. So I said, �that is fine.� So we leave at about noon and I 
grab my son�s swimming suit and a swimming diaper and a diaper and his 
pool toys and other things, so I get him in the car and we arrive at 
the pool. I see my friend and go and give him a hug I only see him 
three times out of year he is mostly traveling. He is divorced also but 
does his own business but it is a traveling job so he is not always 
home his son is always with him. So I take my son and lay him down on 
the chair and take off his shoes, shorts and shirt and untape his 
diaper and grab the swimming diaper and put it on him and then put his 
swimming suit on him my son, and my friend's son go and play.

We are talking, then I hear my son crying. I go over there and see what 
was wrong and he tripped and hurt himself and had a bruise on his head. 
I asked my friend to tell them to call an ambulance and the ambulance 
comes and comes to my son and checks him and asks what happened. I told 
them and asked how old he was and I said, �four years old.� They said 
he should be fine and doesn't need to be transported to the hospital. I 
said okay.

So we leave and my friend calls me that evening and asked if my son was 
all right and asks me for a favor. I said, �What do you need?� He asks, 
�Can you watch my son for two weeks?� I said, �Two weeks?� and he says, 
�yes.� I said, �all right, fine.�

So the next day, which is Monday, and my son doesn't start school until 
next year. My friend brings his son and has two cases of diapers and 
his all of his clothes and his movies and his car seat and his 
stroller. My son is getting very excited because he gets to be around 
him for two weeks. My friend�s son comes up to me and gives me a hug 
and says bye-bye to his dad.

To be continued- final chapter next time................