Authors note: This is a true story to the best of my ability to recall events from my early childhood. The first three chapters told of the day my mother put me back in diapers and the events that followed. Recently my older sister, Roberta better known as Robbie, recalled some things that I had forgotten (or perhaps repressed). The following account is her recollections told from my perspective.

My big sister, Robbie, and her two best friends were at the age where young girls become interested in babysitting. Mom had agreed to help out by teaching them some of the basics – and although I was five at the time, I was still in diapers so she used me as her demonstration baby.

"OK, girls,” she said, “the most fundamental skill you need to master is diapering – and I have just the baby to help you learn. Stevie come with me and your sister and her friends and lets get you into some dry diapers.” She took me by the hand and led me into the nursery, with my sister and her friends right behind us. Although my younger brother was out of diapers by now she kept the nursery as it was and liked to diaper me on the changing table.

The weather was warm so all I was wearing was my double diapers and snap-on baby pants. Mom picked me up and laid me on the changing table. “Stevie is bigger than the babies you will be sitting, but we diaper him the same way you will diaper smaller babies,” she said as she unsnapped my baby pants and unpinned my diapers. “Such a soggy baby,” she chuckled as my sister and her friends giggled.

“Lift the baby by his ankles like this,” she said, grasping my ankles and raising them until my bottom lifted enough for her to slide my sodden diapers and baby pants out from under me. “Set the diapers and baby pants aside for now, you will want to rinse the diapers before you put them in the diaper pail,” Mom instructed.

“Next we get the baby clean and dry,” she continued, wiping me carefully with the corner of a dry diaper. “Now, the babies you sit will probably only need to wear one diaper at a time, so here is what you do,” Mom went on. She got out a diaper from the wicker binunder the changing table and showed the girls how to fold it to fit. “Of course, you will fold your babies’ diapers smaller than this one.”

Next she raised my bottom up again and slid the diaper under me, then lowered me onto my diaper. “It’s a good idea to keep the diaper pins stuck in a bar of soap, like this,” Mom said pointing out the bar of ivory soap in a dish on the dresser next to the changing table; “they slide more easily through the diaper fabric and make pinning the diapers on much easier.”

Once she had shown them how to pin my diaper securely and with the head of the pin toward the back. She said “OK, Robbie,” now you change your brother’s diaper.” And after she had diapered me, Mom let each of her friends change my diaper, then said, “Now, some babies need an extra diaper at night, and Stevie wears an extra diaper all day. Since I may decide to ask you to babysit this little one, you will need to learn to double and triple diaper him because our Stevie is a heavy wetter – aren’t you Stevie?”

When I didn’t reply she asked again, sternly, “Aren’t you, Stevie?” I finally whispered “Yes, Mommy.”

“Yes, what, baby? And speak up!” Mom instructed.

“Yes, baby is a heavy wetter,” I said.

“Much better!” Mom laughed. “Now we will practice double diapering with pull-on baby pants.” Mom proceeded to show the girls how to fold double diapers together and they took turns pinning the diapers on me and pulling on my baby pants with the inscription “Still in Diapers” on the back and “Stevie wets his DIAPERS” on the front.

“Now”, Mom said after they had all put me in two diapers, “if you are going to babysit Stevie at night, you need to know how to triple diaper him – that’s right, Stevie has to wear three diapers at night!” And once again she showed them how to fold three cloth diapers together in a thick soft stack, then lifted me by the ankles and slid them under me and pinned them on. And, of course, my sister and each of her friends took turns folding three diapers together and pinning them on me.

Once the lesson in diapering was complete, Mom took me – still in triple diapers – and Robbie and her friends down to the kitchen to demonstrate bottle feeding and burping. Each of the girls prepared a bottle of baby formula, fed it to me, and burped me like an infant after I had drained the bottle. Of course, by the time the last girl had fed and burped me I had soaked my diapers.

“OK,” Mom said, “this time you are on your own to change Stevie’s diapers. You need to decide how many diapers he will wear and whether to put him in pull-on or snap-on baby pants – or just leave him in his diapers. Baby is less likely to get diaper rash without the baby pants, but needs baby pants to keep other clothing dry.”

The girls decided to triple diaper me and leave the baby pants off since it was warm and I didn’t really need any other clothing. Under Mom’s watchful eye they put me on the changing tale and removed my wet diapers, cleaned and dried me, then put me into three diapers. “Very good, girls!” Mom exclaimed, “you have learned your lessons well! For your first paying job, you may take Stevie to the park to play while I get some things done here.”

She handed Robbie my diaper bag and said, “Everything baby Stevie will need is right in here – have fun!”

Robbie took me by one hand, her friend Diane took me by the other, the third girl, Melissa, carried my diaper bag and we headed out the door and down the street. The girls took every opportunity to show me off to the neighbors as an example of their abilities as babysitters.

Mrs. Corchran around the corner said, “My, my; how many diapers did you put on the poor boy?” My sister answered, “Mom says Stevie is a heavy wetter so we put three diapers on him.” Melissa added, “we know how to do double diapers and single diapers, too.” And Diane noted, “We can also make bottles and feed and burp him!” Mrs. Corchran just chuckled and observed “he will certainly be a very heavy wetter once he gets all those diapers wet!”

Further down the street, Mrs. Betts asked, “Isn’t he too old to be in diapers?” My sister spoke up and said, “Our little brother is already out of diapers, but Stevie still wets his, so Mom says he’s the family baby now!” I just blushed.

As we walked along to the park several blocks from home neighbors and strangers mostly either just stared at me in my triple diapers and three babysitters. Some smirked or laughed and pointed at the sight of such a big baby who was still in diapers. My sister and her friends ignored them and chattered away about what they would do when we got to the park.