David and I found David’s father out back at his place, shinning his nineteen fifty seven two door Chevy bel air. He was finishing up taking off the wax haze. The car was a copper and white two tone, with the large white wall tire flaps and chrom, you could see you’re self in. I felt a little self conscious, being it was the first time that he had seen me in diapers and my dungarees bulged out enough that he could tell.

“Hi Jon, Hi David, are you guys ready for your surprise trip today?”

“Yes, where are we going Mr. James. Is it far?”

“No Jon, it’s just downtown, but I think you guy’s are going to be amazed at what you are going to see!”

“What is it Dad”

“Welllllllll ok, you twisted my arm! ------- It’s a real steam engine, and it’s going to be arriving at Windsor Station at one o’clock, and we are going to be on the platform to meet it, right up close. How does that sound guys?

“Wow, is that a real old smokey dad, a real engine like the one in our train set?”

“Yes exactly the same. Let me finish up here and we’ll go, ok”

“Why is the train going to be there Mr James?”

“Well Jon it’s going to be making its final trip before going into a museum for old trains. It will be going to Ottawa and back caring a whole bunch of people that bought special tickets. Better still we can go watch it travel on its way to Ottawa. We are going to follow it along the tracks as it goes along side of the Montreal / Toronto highway.

We waited until he finished the wax job and helped him pick up the hose and bucket and put ever thing away. Then we got into the car. Me and David got in the front seat with his dad, I got the window seat and quickly rolled it down, I loved the feeling of the wind in my face as we drove down the street. David knelt on the front seat beside me and I stood up and leaned out the window. It was a two door with a large window that we both could hang out of. David’s father watched us as he drove, telling us not to fall out.

My plastic baby pants must have been showing a little as he looked at us because he told me that I should pull my things up when we get out of the car. We parked the car and headed into the station, there was a Laura Secord shop at the entrance to the station and I knew that they sold the best candies and white chocolate.

“Mr James, could you buy us some chocolate please, please?” “Dad please”

“Ok, Just a small piece each!”

We went into the store and your mouth would just salivate with the smell. The lady laughed at us and put two small pieces on the scale.

“Here you are boys, you better hurry or you’ll miss the train!”

Mr James asked how much and the sales lady said “its on the house -----we’ll get them next time” she was sure that there would be a next time!

The chocolate was, to say the least, an energy boast and we were jumping up and down as we walked thought the station. David’s father led us to through the gate and onto the platform. There was a crowd waiting so we took turns getting on his shoulders and watching as the train slowly entered the station. Steam and the noise of the pistons and valves working as the mammoth wheels rolled past us was just like what we had imagined while playing with his train set. The wheels were all high lighted with white lines and the engine cab in gold leaf trim with the engine number displayed in prominence. When David’s father took me off his shoulders, he put me down and checked to see that I wasn’t showing. We hung a round for about an hour, checking out all the train cars and the parlor car that was on the end. David had to go to the bathroom and Mr James started to ask me if I needed to go and then stopped. I piped up that I was ok for now. He was happy to agree and took David, telling me to stay put on the spot that I was standing. We heard the conductor calling out “all aboard” and people hurried to get on the train and off the platform. Then it happened, the engineer hit the whistle and I was so surprised that I could feel myself wet my diaper. We watched as the train backed out of the station, bell ringing.

“Ok kids back to the car, we’ll see if we can watch it when it goes along side of the high way.”

David and I ran for the car and we both claimed the widow seat. It didn’t matter because we could both cram in the window anyways. Mr James sensed that I had wet because wanted me to adjust my dungarees saying that he thought they were sagging a little. We headed for the Montreal West Station and along the way we drove next to it on the high way. It was sight to see the engineer driving the train at the throttle of the smoking steam engine. He had on striped coveralls and cap. Mr James pulled ahead of the train and we made it to the Montreal West station before it arrived. He told us stories about when he was a kid and how he had traveled out west on a train just like that and how it had to stop for water. David said that he wanted to stop and see the boats in the canal after.

We left for the canal and went across a cantilever bridge over the canal. There was a boat coming so we parked to watch as the Bridgman put down the gates and the whole bridge tilted up in the air. Once the boat passed, down came the bridge and the traffic resumed.

At one point I had to wet and just let it happen. I could feel the warm pee spray upward inside my diaper and then cascade down over my tummy and slowly soak the diaper between my legs and creep toward my but. I felt my dungarees between my legs for wetness and luckily I was still dry on the outside. Mr James looked at me and I told him that it was time to get us home. It was about a fifteen minute drive and they left me off in front of my place. I thanked them for the trip and David told me that he would call me later.