It Just Takes Time

Pizza

We pulled into our driveway, and I helped unload the car. Afterwards, I went to my room, had my mother take off my bloated diaper, and headed off to take a shower. Once I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and went to put on some undies. "Mommy", I yelled. My mother came running in, "What's the issue"? "Where's all of my underwear", I asked. "You must have used them all up, as we didn't do any laundry before we left", she said. "So what should I wear", I asked. "I'm running the machines right now". "I know that you won't want to do this, but can you spend just a few more hours wearing one of Davey's diapers", I was asked. I was disgruntled but I couldn't walk around naked.

After I was diapered, I just spent the rest of the afternoon in my room, as I didn't want Davey to see me in a diaper. I know that he has seen me in just my goodnite, but in my mind that's not the same thing as a diaper. At 6 o'clock, my father ordered pizza and my mother ran to the store to get a few items. Soon afterwards, my father came into my room telling me that I have a phone call. It was my mom. "Hey Jamie, I'm in the store at the diaper aisle". "They have your goodnites, but they also have a larger version of Davey's diapers". "They are much cheaper". "Besides your goodnites were leaking, while the diapers held up very nicely". "Can I get a package of them instead of the goodnites"? I started to stammer my answer, not really wanting them, so I won't feel too babyish. My mother then continued,  "I'm going to get them for you to try". "If after a few days, you still don't want them, I'll get you the goodnites instead". She then told me that the laundry should be finished and I should empty the machine and put on some underwear.

I ran downstairs in just my diaper, still a bit annoyed about my mother's decision about the diapers. I understood the decision, as I, myself didn't like cleaning up from a leaky goodnite, but DIAPERS. I made it downstairs and checked the dryer. It turns out that it was never loaded with the wet stuff. I started to load it, as the doorbell rang. It must be the pizza. I continued with the laundry as my father got the door. All of a sudden, I felt a breeze across my body. As I turned around, I realized that I was in direct line of eye sight for the pizza delivery girl. It was a girl about 18 years old. I quickly tried to hide behind the closet doors, but it was too late.

"Aww he's so cute, trying to hide in the closet". "I'm Ashley, and I'm looking to help pay my way through college so if you ever need a babysitter, please call me". "My number is 865-409-1021, and I can provide references". "And I definitely don't mind changing diapers, even on older boys". She handed my father a card and left. Leaving me redder than the elmo on my diaper.