Not Bedwetting!!!

Schucks

I ran downstairs with a pair of boxers in my hand. "Mrs Faulk, Mrs Faulk", I shouted. "I'm in the living room", she said. I ran over to her. "What's the rush", she said, "don't tell me that you leaked". "No, I'm completely dry and I want to show you", I said, panting. I yanked the diaper off and handed it to her. "Congratulations", she said. "One down, one more to go". I gave her a puzzling look and was told that I still needed to have two straight nights dry. Dejected, I put my boxers on and started to leave the room.

"You didn't bring any underwear", Mrs Faulk asked me. "I did", I said pointing at my boxers. "I meant your other underwear, the tighty-whities" she said. "I don't wear those anymore", I told her. "Boys that need diapers, don't wear boxers", she responded. I told her that this was all I brought. She told me that she had a few pairs of underwear in the attic.

We went upstairs and she handed me a brand new package of underwear. It was a set of training briefs, meant for potty training toddlers. It had pictures of Bob the builder on them and proudly proclaimed that it could contain a small accident. I tried to protest, but was told that I won't be able to come on today's trip if I acted like a baby. Knowing that Mrs Faulk wanted the best for me, I put them on (later on I asked her about it, and she said that she was following my mother's rules). I was shocked at how well they fit.

We loaded the car to head to the state fair. We were all really excited. That's when we saw that Mrs Faulk was holding what looked like a diaper bag. Jerry asked what that bag was for and we were told that it contains a change of clothing for each of us. We must have had a curious look on our faces, so she explained. "Every year, we go on the log flume and get soaked, therefore she brought along a change of clothes so we don't have to sit in the car ride home all wet". We nodded our heads and continued our chatter.