At first she sinks into the embrace. He was right it was scary but that was the least of her concerns as the conversation wore on. He's still on this whole school thing. Her eyes widen in fear as he details the whole storyline he's somehow convinced them of. She looks back at the nurse who seemingly supports this work of fiction. Even if i were a kid this is crazy they aren't even going to check.  She begins to shake her head, she whispers "I can't go to school. "she shakes her head again, " I really can't go to school" she says pleading with her eyes

“We can try that.” Said Megan. She looked at the camera. “See both of them are sleeping. Clearly trick on Star, knowing she would not try to wake Alexis.” Said Megan. Megan stared watching Alexis suck on her pacifier in a peacefulness that Megan has not seen in years. Right now she knew Alexis had no worries not even about the potty. Star woke up after forty minutes. “Dang. Mom tricked me.” She whispered but it was too late she accident elbowed Alexis as she woke up. “Sorry Alexis.” Whispered Star. “Mommy, I am ready to be let out of the crib.” Said Star annoyed she got tricked. Star rubbed her face. She need to pee and poop. She relaxed her bladder before pushing filling her diaper.  She had to mean to use her diaper unlike Alexis who had real accidents. Megan got up. “That was a good moment of peace.” Said Megan. She went over and picked up Alexis. “Aww. Did someone get knocked in the head.” Cooed Megan and kissed Alexis head. Megan bounced her.

I snuggled into Carol and was eager to the coco. I looked and saw the SpongeBob movie was being put on. I relaxed. I was getting used to my new role in this group. My stomach growled. “I am hungry now.” I said. My stomach growled again but louder. “Yeah lunch should be first otherwise someone may miss her mouth.” Teased Abby as she picked up Dani and held her upside down. “Come on my little bat. Let’s get your tummy full.” Said Abby as she set Dani in her highchair and set the bowl of soup on to the tray. “Now eat your soup my little bat.” Abby said. She sat next to Dani. She smiled at Sarah. “I think your baby cousin is hungry and ready to eat. She is drooling.” She teased. Sarah blushed as she did not realize she was drooling. She waited to be fed. “I am. Dani a baby too.” I said with a pout.

I have a further note on this, actually:  I was looking at the varying prints on my stash of Pampers size 8's when I realized that the diapers actually said "Back" on the top of them, at the back (of course), in funky writing - just like some pull-ups do. I compared them with some size 7's I have, and those do not say "back" on them. The size 8's also had a picture of two buttons on the front, in the center of the waistband... then, it occurred to me: they might be acknowledging that people who wear diapers that big could be putting them on themselves, and, might even be able to read, ergo the helpful cues, versus the smaller sizes, which would pretty much universally be handled by someone who didn't need to be told which side was the back. 

Another quick update - I'm so busy right now, but I need this mental health break in my day, and it's better for me than cracking a beer at 10:30 AM, isn't it? - What is cool: walking around my kitchen in a t-shirt and a Mega Inspire+ (white giant Rearz diaper) after a refreshing shower, making coffee while checking emails on my phone. I still pinch myself sometimes that this is my reality. I wear diapers. There we are.  - What is not cool: being woken up at 7 AM by my beloved, who immediately told me that, 1) I'm on with the dog, she's already late getting out, and, 2), he needs to go, because something stinks. Groggy, I shook the wool out of my brain as I swung my legs off the bed and stretched to greet the morning... and noted a lump under me. Alarm bells started going off in the cockpit, but my wife was busy occupying both the bathroom, and our bedroom, while getting ready, and the dog was running in circles and needed to go out, and my daughter needed to be woken up (or at least, wakefulness needed to be confirmed)... there was no discrete way to deal with figuring out what was going on... was that some weird ball of SAP down there....? But already, inside me, I knew the answer.  My Rearz Essential was also somewhat wet, I noted - not soaked, but, it had been dry when I went to bed. I had zero recollection of any dreams or even stirring throughout the night, having watched a hockey game with friends and anesthetized myself with beer the night before.  I woke my daughter, walked the dog (with pants on), made my first cup of coffee, made toast, all while surreally noting the presence of a fairly solid, fairly small lump of something that made itself known more when I sat on it, but that was always detectable. I read the paper, distracted, sampling the air on occasion, but I couldn't detect anything objectionable. Whereas in the bedroom, there had been a slight funk. Maybe the dog had farted?  Wife and daughter gone, older daughter still in dreamland, once I had my room to myself, I blew the hatch on my nappy... and discovered that, yup, I had dropped a nugget a little bigger than a golf ball in my diaper overnight. Which made no sense. Had it been a catastrophic blowout, I could have blamed the wings I'd eaten the night before, for example... but this, this, had clearly not been done in urgency.  I had no dreams that I can recall, but, I also have no history of fecal incontinence, soooo... I have to assume that my subconscious decided to prank me, and that although I didn't recall it, I had, at some point, in a dream, willed myself to poop in my diaper? A very little bit?  I took a shower, and binned the Essential, even though it was only moderately wet, per the dictates of Protocol #2 . Then I put on this Inspire+ and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to have a coffee and think about I'd done while I was asleep. So weird.  Side note: I was looking at the varying prints on my stash of Pampers Baby-Dry size 8's when I realized that the diapers actually said "Back" on the top of them at the back, in funky writing - just like some pull-ups do. I compared them with some size 7's I have, and they do not say "back" on them. The size 8's also had a picture of two buttons on the front, in the center of the waistband... then, it occurred to me: they might be acknowledging that people who wear diapers that big could be putting them on themselves, ergo the helpful cues, versus the smaller sizes, which would pretty much universally be handled by someone who didn't need to be told which side was the back. Interesting.