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Tommy and I were snuggling in bed, I reckon both of us thinking how lucky we were; we were both diapered up and having some coffee. Our sons (1 each) barreled in with the announcement “we wet the bed”. I asked whether this was a joint effort, or done separately. Tom was really trying not to laugh, so I kicked him.

I sent them to the showers while me and Tom wrestled a while. “You know, you might as well take them to the evil Blue Haired Old Lady place (medical supply place that totally creeps me out). “ “Yeah, you’re coming too.” Got there, found these really cool diaper shorts you just pull on, no need for safety pins; got some good plastic pants too.

We got home and I said “There’s no need for you guys to feel embarrassed, both Tom and I went through something like this when we were your age. It’s an odd time, but it happens.” (My hero finally shows up.)

“You guys don’t get it, well with due respect, we love wearing diapers, the thicker the better, and plastic pants and all that other cool stuff. Not into being babies or nothing.”

I was going to get frantic, then I thought. “Hey, at least they don’t want to be babies.”