A little over a year ago I spent nearly a week at a client's new home installing security cameras, wall mounting TV's in the four bedrooms, and playroom, and hanging a video wall made up of four 55" TV/Monitors (110 inches diagonally).
The first morning I was there, I was working in the playroom, and in toddles three little girls, probably about 2, 5, and 8? A few minutes later a teenaged girl joins them. They are playing with various toys, amusing themselves, when I hear the teen aged girl call out, "Mom, Izzy pooped her diaper!"
Two minutes later, in comes Mom, carrying what appears to be a size 5 or 6 Pampers. She corrals the second youngest girl and lays her on the floor and proceeds to change her into a fresh diaper. The girl starts crying, "I want a pull-up!"
Mom tells her, "Six year olds that poop their pants get to wear Pampers."
And that settled it.
From my vantage point I watched as her mother proceeded to change her dirty diaper, remove her pajamas (just a pull-over), and pull on a long yellow tee shirt.
She said, "You're set for the day!" and turned to the eight or nine year old girl, gave her a pat on the bottom, and said to her, "Go change and get dressed."
I heard the familiar sound of a wet pull-up when she patted the older girl, and at that point could see the tell-tale bulge of a swollen panty, so I would assume that she is a bed wetter as well.
I saw more over the next four days, which I will write about later.
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It took most of the morning to hang the TV in the playroom and hook up their DirecTV, Blu-Ray player, and the surround sound. The whole time I got to enjoy the view of the two babies playing on the floor in their diapers. At one point the girl called "Izzy" stood up, and looking me straight in the eyes, spread her legs slightly, and peed her diaper. She smiled at me as if to say, "So there! See what I did!" I smiled back at her with as much of an approving smile as I could muster.
Just as she finished peeing, her mother walked into the room, and I told the Missus that her kids were adorable. She thanked me, and then checked both of the "babies" and ended up changing each of them in front of me.
As I finished up the playroom, their mom announced it was lunchtime, so I left for Wendy's down the road. It was a much needed detour, as my diaper was soaked. I changed in the restroom, ate my lunch and headed back to the work site.
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