When I was 4 I stopped wearing nappies for a few weeks. My mom was 
trying to get me toilet trained before I started school and my little 
sister Katrina was 1 years old. But I realised that when you're a 
little boy with a smelly nappy on, you get fussed over so much more 
because of your cute, babyish attitude and vulnerability as an infant. 
One time a nursery teacher approached me while I was in play school and 
asked me if I had a little accident. She could sense my smelly bottom 
and acted very sympathetically. I looked at her in a slightly scared 
manner and covered my bottom with my hands. Then she gently pulled back 
my elastic pants and checked my smelly bottom. My underwear wasn't even 
really dirty but they did smell slightly and when she said "Shall we 
take you to the baby changing room, just for today?" my excitement took 
over and I went with the nursery assistant to the baby changing room 
where she placed me on a soft changing mat and changed me into a clean 
nappy. The nursery would later inform my mom who decided to put me 
straight back into nappies.

At the age of 6 I had been wearing nappies long enough now so my mom 
attempted to get me and Katrina (who was 3) out of nappies at the same 
time. However I was not able to hold my pee in the night and many times 
I would end up having a nappy change next morning in front of Katrina 
who no longer wore them. It wasn't long before my mom completely gave 
up on the toilet training thing. This came about when I awoke one 
morning with a soaking wet, dirty nappy on. There was a very small poop 
mark in my nappy and my mom and little sister checked me to find I had 
a smelly bottom and had wet more than once. My mom asked my little 
sister to change me. She was nervous at first but I wasn't really too 
bothered. In fact when she had finished cleaning me and threw away my 
dirty nappy she looked at me adoringly as though I was the younger 
sibling. From here forward I knew that I would forever be the family 
baby.