Mommies and Daddies

Daffodils 

Jack and Donny – An Eggcellent Easter Jack hated having to rush around, but he hated being late even more. They had to hurry, or they would be late to meet their neighbors, the Thompsons, for their neighborhood’s annual Easter egg hunt. Jack was excited. This was Jack and Donny’s first Easter in their new home, and everyone said the egg hunt and potluck lunch was one of the most popular events of the year. Even though they hadn’t experienced it yet, Jack could understand why. The whole event was held at their local park. There would be a huge lunch, pictures with the Easter Bunny himself, and several egg hunts. There was one for adults and older kids like Jack, and that one apparently got very competitive and had a cash prize. Jack was signed up for that one. There was also a hunt geared toward school-aged kids, where eggs were hidden and the kids got to keep any eggs they found, and whoever found the most eggs got a gift card to the local ice cream shop. Jack was one of the organizers of this event, and he would be an egg counter. Then there was Donny’s event, the toddler hunt. For the toddler hunt, hundreds of eggs were placed on the ground, and the babies and their grownups would wander around and pick up as many as they could. Jack liked the fact that he would get to manage Donny even during the egg hunt. Jack always worked hard to make sure that Donny never had to do anything by himself; after all, he never wanted Donny to forget that he was a baby who needed his Bubba. Jack knew Donny wasn’t technically a toddler, but that hardly mattered. Jack was sure he would fit right in with the baby group; he always did. Jack couldn’t help but smile at that thought, even as he dashed around packing Donny’s diaper bag for the day and cleaning up their after-breakfast mess. Finally, he grabbed the nearby folded pile of clothes and supplies he had brought down for Donny earlier. He only had one thing left, and that was to go get his baby ready to leave. Making sure he had everything he would need, Jack went to the living room, where he had left Donny earlier to play with his toys and watch cartoons while he cleaned and got himself ready. When Jack walked into the living room, the sight before him brought joy to his heart. Donny, his baby brother, was lying on the carpet wearing a blue princess gown and clutching his favorite baby doll while he watched *Cinderella* and hummed along with the music. Donny was so enthralled with the movie that he didn’t even notice his big brother enter the room. Donny was so adorable, and Jack could watch his baby all day long, but they had things to do, so he reluctantly paused the movie. Immediately, Donny looked behind him to find Jack. He let out a high-pitched whine. “Bubba, I was watching that. She was just gonna dance at the ball,” he said, sounding sad and frustrated. Jack couldn’t help but smile as he spoke calmly. “Sorry, baby. You can finish your movie later, but we have a fun and busy day ahead of us, and we need to get ready.” Reluctantly, Donny stood up. “Fine,” he said in a sullen tone, still clutching his doll. Jack rolled his eyes just a bit. “None of that, princess. We are running behind, and I need you to be my good boy so we can get going.” Jack’s warning was gentle, but it was enough. Donny just needed reminding, knowing better than to disobey his Bubba. Jack smiled. “That’s my good boy.” He sat on the sofa and patted his leg. “Come to Bubba, handsome, so we can get your bum bum changed and get you all dressed and ready.” Jack opened his arms in invitation as he watched for his baby to obey. Donny stood and all but ran into his brother’s waiting arms and was rewarded by being lifted into a hug as he was settled onto Jack’s lap. Without thinking, he snuggled into his favorite spot in Jack’s chest and whispered, “Love you, Bubba.” Jack pressed a kiss into Donny’s hair. “I love you, my baby, so much.” Jack stood with Donny in his arms and gently laid the little boy on the sofa. He lifted Donny’s dress and made short work of removing his very wet home diaper. Once he was satisfied that his brother was clean, he put Donny into one of the pull-ups he wore for school and other outings. As Jack changed Donny into his pull-up, he felt a mix of worry and excitement. Just last Halloween, Donny had been fully potty trained and wearing boxers, but with some very gentle guidance from Jack, he had started wearing pull-ups for bed and long outings. The bedwetting had started more quickly and easily than Jack could have imagined. Then came the daytime accidents, which made full-time pull-ups a necessity. As time went on, Donny’s wetting had gotten heavier, especially overnight, leading to the introduction of thicker traditional diapers. Since Valentine’s Day, not only did Donny’s wetting seem to intensify, but he also seemed to be struggling more and more to make it to the potty at all, and Jack was fairly sure that they would be dealing with muddy diapers pretty soon. Jack knew that Donny would be devastated when this happened, but, though Jack would never admit it, the idea of having that level of control over his baby excited him. What Jack never wanted was to embarrass his boy needlessly, which is why he worried about leaving Donny in pull-ups as his loss of control intensified. With this in mind, he decided to put Donny in a pull-up but pack some diapers in their bag just in case. Once Donny was safely in his pull-up, Jack removed Donny’s gown. Gazing down at his boy in just his fresh pull-up, he couldn’t help but give Donny a tickle and was rewarded with a genuine and happy giggle from his baby. “Okay, handsome, let’s get you dressed. Bubba has the cutest Easter outfit for you to wear today.” He held up a pastel pink short-sleeved dress shirt covered with little bunnies and a light blue pair of shorts. “You are going to look adorable, baby boy.” From where he lay, Donny looked at the clothes and nodded. He had to agree the outfit was cute, so he simply nodded. By this point, he didn’t bother asking about shoes. They were basically a thing of the past for Donny. He was a baby, and Jack liked him barefoot, so Donny would be a barefoot baby during their day at the park. Donny knew any argument would be pointless. Bubba knew what he wanted, and that’s what would happen. Jack had Donny dressed and ready in a flash, then lifted Donny into his arms and settled him onto his hip. He turned off the TV and retrieved their bag from where he had left it before walking to the door. He paused before going outside. “Okay, baby, here’s the thing. Don’t get upset, but we have a ton to carry, and I only want to make one trip, so we’re taking the stroller.” Jack’s tone was firm but gentle. The stroller was a new development, and Donny always fought about using it. Being seen in a baby carriage embarrassed the smaller boy to no end. For that reason, Jack only used it when absolutely necessary. It just happened that today was one of those days. Just as Jack expected, Donny immediately dissolved into tears and started to protest. “Bubba, no, please. I’ll walk. I’ll be good, please, Bubba,” the little boy begged. Jack felt awful, but this was part of their life now, and realistically, Donny would have to get used to it. Not to mention that Jack really couldn’t carry Donny, their picnic blanket, the diaper bag, and their potato salad for the potluck, so the stroller was necessary whether Donny liked it or not. Having no time to convince his boy, Jack did the only thing he could think of. He quickly got Donny’s pacifier out of the baby bag and popped it into his mouth, effectively silencing his boy’s protestations. Donny continued to cry, but the sound was muffled, and he knew better than to spit the pacifier out when Bubba put it in. And whether he liked to admit it or not, using his binky always made Donny feel better, so he simply began to suck in rhythm as he let the pacifier calm him and tried not to focus on the fact that he was being taken outside and buckled into the waiting stroller. Jack gave his brother a kiss and a tickle. “See, baby, not so bad. You’re nice and safe and comfy, and it’s just a quick ride. Now we have to go so we can meet up with Tommy and your other friends from play group and Uncle Billy,” Jack added as he started to push Donny in the direction of the nearby park. This statement immediately pulled Donny out of his embarrassment about the stroller, as he had another embarrassment to focus on. Despite the fact that Donny was a teenager, everyone, including him, knew that he was just a little boy, and, as such, Jack deemed it totally inappropriate for him to even try to socialize with any of the big kids he went to school with. They were all young adults, and Donny was basically a baby. For this reason, Jack had worked hard to make a connection between Donny and the neighbor boys, Tommy, who was 5, and Billy, who was 7. However, after watching, it was clear to Jack that Billy, who was 7, almost 8, was far too advanced for his baby, so Jack had decided to foster a friendship between Donny and the younger brother, Tommy. This turned out to be pretty easy, as Tommy attended a weekly play group for children 4 and 5 years old. Jack had immediately signed Donny up. Much to Jack’s satisfaction, it was clear that even in a group of kids so young, Donny was still the littlest, not necessarily by size, though he didn’t look out of place in the group, but definitely by maturity. Donny was the only one still in diapers, and the other children seemed to view him more as a little brother and all pitched in to take care of him. After several weeks of group, Donny had so many friends and was especially close to Tommy, who was Donny’s self-proclaimed best friend and protector. Billy, who was Tommy’s much bigger, much more mature brother, had also become closer with Donny. Since Donny and Tommy were always together, that meant Billy was there too. He was an amazing big brother. He was always the one who chose their activities, he made the rules, and decided what was safe. He would hold the boys’ hands when they had to cross a street and would even swat either boy if they disobeyed an order. Donny hated that Billy was yet another person to treat him like a baby, but Jack was more than impressed, and so the 8-year-old quickly became Donny’s official babysitter when the boys played outside and had even been walking Donny home from play group every Wednesday. Recently, Billy had noticed that Donny referred to Jack’s friends as uncles. He had decided that if they got to be uncles, then so should he, so the confident boy had immediately enacted the new rule. Donny had been embarrassed to no end, but Jack was equally amused and impressed and had backed the boy’s mandate. Thus, Donny now had an 8-year-old uncle who was his babysitter and had the official power to punish him if he was naughty. Naturally, this had been a blow to Donny’s ego, but he knew that Billy was a much bigger boy than him, both physically and emotionally, so he couldn’t really argue too much. He also found Billy to be kind, fair, and fun to play with, so he had easily settled into this new dynamic. The situation with Tommy and Billy made Donny so happy and Jack’s life much easier. He didn’t have to worry about his baby’s socialization anymore, and he was confident in his little boy’s safety when playing outside. Uncle Billy was also very helpful for days like today. The younger boy had offered to watch Baby Donny, as he and Tommy called him, while Jack did the adult hunt. Billy and Tommy would both be taking part in school-aged hunts, which was right in the middle of the three, so they couldn’t help out then, but that was right around Donny’s nap time, so Jack hoped to have the boy settled in his stroller and peacefully snoozing by then so he could do his job as a judge. Jack’s pace was extra fast as they made their way to the park. Donny was always amazed at how much bigger everything seemed when you were wearing a diaper, sucking on a pacifier, and riding in a baby carriage. He watched as the world seemed to go by so fast and loud and thought, not for the first time, that he really was just a little boy, and he was very lucky to have his Bubba to take care of him. Bubba was brave and strong, took care of everything, and kept Donny safe, even when Donny was naughty like he had been when they were leaving the house. The thought made Donny feel really guilty, and he started to cry again. Jack heard the soft crying, and even though they were late, he stopped to investigate. He crouched beside Donny and leaned in. He stroked Donny’s cheek and wiped his tears away. “Hey, my baby, what’s up? Why is my sweet boy crying?” he gently asked. Jack was caught off guard when Donny launched himself at Jack, hugging him. “So-sorry, Bubba. I was baaad when we were leaving the house, and I didn’t listen to my Bubba… naughty,” he said, sounding miserable even as the words came out slurred around his pacifier, which Donny had clearly forgotten he had in. “Ohhh, sweetheart,” Jack cooed as he unbuckled Donny and pulled him close. “Hey, baby, it’s okay. It’s all okay. Bubba knows you were just sad and scared. I’m not upset.” He kissed Donny’s cheeks. “But thank you for apologizing, my love, and you don’t have to be sad anymore. Bubba loves you so, so much, and I’m never ever mad at my baby.” He gave the boy a squeeze. “Okay, baby?” Donny let out a contented sigh and nodded into his spot in Jack’s neck. “Okay, Bubba,” he mumbled. With that taken care of, Jack gave Donny a final hug before getting him settled back in his seat and finishing their journey to the park. They arrived quickly, and Jack paused. “Okay, baby, look all around until we find Tommy and Uncle Billy and their mommy and daddy.” It was Donny who spotted their blanket first. He excitedly pointed to his best friend. “Look, Bubba, it’s Tommy!” he happily exclaimed. Jack smiled at the excitement in Donny’s voice as he followed his brother’s outstretched hand to where he pointed. He found the family sitting not too far away and headed toward them. It wasn’t long before Tommy and Billy spotted them, and with excited exclamations of “Baby Donny!” the bigger boys charged toward them. Both boys excitedly jumped up and down when they saw Donny. Tommy was beside himself, but Billy, the ever-responsible big brother, looked at Jack. “Can I get Baby Donny unbuckled for you?” Jack nodded. “Thanks, bud.” He smiled as he watched Billy unbuckle his baby and gently take his hand to pull Donny out. Billy immediately pulled the smaller boy into a hug. “Hi, Baby Donny,” he said softly. Jack smiled again as he heard Donny whisper back, “Hi, Uncle Billy.” The touching moment was quickly interrupted by Tommy, who excitedly took Donny’s hand. “Come on, Baby Donny, let’s go play.” He looked down. “Oh, where are your shoes?” Tommy looked around and into the carriage in case they got left behind. Before Jack or Donny could say anything, Billy stepped right in. “Tommy, we know Baby Donny doesn’t wear shoes. He’s always barefoot.” Tommy just nodded. “Right, I forgot,” he said as he clutched Donny’s hand. Jack noted that Donny stayed silent during this exchange but did look a tiny bit pink in the cheeks. There was no time to dwell on this because just then Tommy, who still held Donny’s hand, ran back toward his parents with Billy right behind them. Jack followed behind them at a more relaxed pace, knowing his baby was safe and cared for. Once they reached their neighbors, Jack spread their blanket and got everything situated while the boys played nearby. He chatted with the other parents and occasionally made Donny take a break for a quick cuddle and a few sips of water from his sippy cup. Before too long, it was time for Donny’s event, the toddler hunt. This took place in a large field. The rules were simple: each baby had to stay with their grownup the whole time. Jack insisted on holding Donny’s hand and the bucket. At the count of three, everyone could start, and each baby got to pick up as many eggs as they could find. They got to keep the candy or toys inside. In spite of himself, Donny was excited. When three was loudly called, he ran onto the field just like every other baby, happily pulling Jack right with him. He giggled as he scrambled to toss eggs into the bucket that his Bubba held. Ten minutes and a hundred giggles later, all of the eggs were gone and the hunt was over. Jack settled Donny onto their blanket as he cleaned off his feet, then set to work opening all of the eggs to ensure everything was safe for his little boy. Donny had amassed a respectable 25 eggs. Jack gave Donny one egg of jelly beans, then tucked the rest of the candy away for later, as they hadn’t even had lunch yet. He did let Donny play with some of the squishy toys that had been found in the eggs. Tommy joined him for a while before excusing himself to run around with Billy as they prepared for their own hunt. Donny looked on sadly from his blanket because Bubba said he couldn’t play; it was almost nap time, so he needed to settle down anyway, and the big kids needed to get ready for their game. It didn’t matter that Donny wasn’t even tired. Bubba didn’t care. Donny pouted as he tried to stifle a yawn. He wanted to be playing with his best friend, and it wasn’t fair that Tommy got to be a big boy and he didn’t. Tommy didn’t take stupid naps. Still, he didn’t fight when Jack pulled him onto his lap and didn’t even resist when Bubba gave him his nap-time bottle. Almost against his will, Donny could feel his eyes getting heavy. He tried to stay awake; he really did. He needed to prove to his Bubba that he was a big boy who didn’t need naps. But it was a losing battle. The last thing he heard before giving in was the announcement for the big kids to line up. Then he was out. Donny blinked awake. He was confused. He had fallen asleep in Bubba’s lap, but he was now sitting up covered in a blanket but being gently rocked. He realized he was in his stroller. He opened his lips and let his binky tumble out. “B-Bubba,” he yawned. A face came into his view, but it wasn’t Bubba. It was Uncle Billy. Billy gazed down at the sleepy boy. “Morning, Baby Donny. Did you have a nice nap?” Donny scrunched up his nose. He hated being called Baby Donny. “Where’s Bubba?” he asked grumpily. Not waiting for an answer, he called out, “Bubba!” in a carrying voice. His Bubba would be right there. Bubba never kept him waiting. “He’s not here, baby,” Billy said gently. “He’s just doing his hunt.” The bigger boy reassured him, but the second half was lost on Donny. All he heard was that his Bubba had left him. Donny was awake and his Bubba was gone, and Donny needed him. Donny tried to breathe. He could do this. He could stay calm, he— “Waaaaa!” He let out a wail indistinguishable from any baby. “Bubbbbbaaaa!” he cried. “Wan-want myyyy Bubbbba!” Billy looked horror-stricken for a minute before he jumped into motion. He pulled the blanket off Donny, then pulled him from the stroller. He wasn’t yet big enough to carry Donny, so he just dropped to the ground, settling the sobbing toddler into his lap. He tried everything. He rocked, he bounced, he hugged, he even sang, and though he got Donny to calm a little, he couldn’t make the boy stop crying or listen to his words. All Donny could grasp was that his Bubba wasn’t there. Donny didn’t know if it was 5 minutes or 5 hours, but finally he heard a familiar voice coming toward them. “Donny… baby, what’s wrong? It’s okay. Bubba’s here,” he heard as he was gently pulled from Billy’s lap into Jack’s arms. “It’s okay, my baby. Are you hurt, sweetheart?” Jack cooed. He looked to Billy, not Donny, for an answer. Billy shook his head. “No, he just woke up confused and wanted you, and you weren’t here, and I couldn’t get him to understand that you’d be right back.” Jack nodded as he bounced his boy and rubbed his back. “Ohhh, my baby, my boy. It’s okay. Bubba is right here,” he repeated over and over until Donny’s sobs turned into sniffles. Once Donny was calm, Jack pulled Donny away slightly so he could see his face. “Guess what, baby? Bubba won,” he said with excitement. Donny sniffled. “You did?” he said in awe. Donny knew his Bubba was strong and fast like a superhero, and this proved it. “You’re like Superman,” he said in genuine wonder. Jack practically glowed. He leaned in and kissed Donny’s cheek. “Ohhh, thanks, baby,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He then hugged his boy close again. Jack took a sniff, and a small smile crossed his lips. He straightened his face. He couldn’t let Donny see; this would be hard enough for his baby. “Sweetheart, I think you maybe had an accident, the muddy kind.” Donny looked confused. It took a minute for Jack’s words to register. Then he felt an unfamiliar heaviness in the back of his diaper. It must have happened when he was scared. He wasn’t even surprised. He always lost control when he got scared, when he lost his Bubba. After all, everyone knew babies needed their Bubba. Donny sniffled, but he didn’t dissolve. Jack was there, still holding him and reassuring him, and that was all that mattered. He had his Bubba. So Donny just hid his face in his spot in Jack’s neck. “Everything is just fine, my baby. We’ll get our bag and find the bathroom and get you all cleaned up and into a nice fresh diaper in no time. This is fine, baby, no big deal at all. You are being such a good boy, and Bubba loves you so much.” Donny just nodded into Jack’s neck. “Okay,” he mumbled softly. He couldn’t even care that he had made his first really dirty diaper. He had his Bubba, and Bubba would take care of everything.

Nope I win

Spanking pain or the pain of being diapered.

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