You mean you aren't planning to have Maddy's parents turning her bedroom into a full nursery while she's taking.  BTW- that is a story that I actually read on Amazon.😁 If I'm any indication of how long it takes to become night trained, Maddy would probably be finishing college before any unconscious night wetting occurs. That's not at all a stretch, because there are several parents who don't check Aeris.  That's especially true with parents who try to foster independence, which it appears that's what Maddy's parents want.  It's not unheard of for teachers to be slow in updating Aeris (our student information.   It's perfectly reasonably for her parents not to be aware of the grades Maddy shared anxiety over being retained, which is unusual in Middle School.  Maddy is nowhere near ready for high school, so it might not be a bad thing.  Especially if she is young for her grade.    The cutoff for the kids I've got this year was December 1, which means that you spend almost the entire 1st semester of high school under 14 It's rare, I did it to one student because it easier when they have an IEP.  It was like having a nine-year-old in seventh grade.basically- it just meant that he started smoking pot in 8th grade rather than 9th grade.

I'm in a BeDry Night that I've been "dry" in since last night. Although I woke up dry, so the shift really started at 7 am when I got out of bed. I have to hand it to this diaper - they remind me a lot of the vaunted NorthShore MegaMax, in that they start out at relatively discrete proportions, and then inflate in proportion to what they get asked to carry.  It takes me a while to get tired of having a damp bottom if my diaper is comfy, and I'm only just starting to look forward to my shower. However, both kids are in the queue in front of me, so I will continue to marinade until probably about the time I put this diaper on yesterday. Pretty impressive. No leaks, yet, either, although it's feeling damp from stem to stern.  It could be funny if I retire to our bedroom and lounge in this soggy diaper while my wife once again watches her British baking show, depending on what they're making. Yesterday, for about the fourth or fifth time that I've noticed (and I don't watch her watch this show that often), they were going on about soggy bottoms again - this time for tartes. The judges went along, turning them over, and saying "No soggy bottom there, excellent.... none here either, four stars... oooh, now there's a soggy bottom for you, nobody likes a soggy bottom, do they?"  As I sat there (last night) in a soggy Critter Caboose.  I had a "I hope this diaper isn't obvious" moment this evening when a random grey Mazda did a drive past my house, then backed up, and backed into our driveway. I was wearing this diaper - the BeDry - and a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, because it got a bit humid this afternoon - echoes of things to come, hopefully. The kids are bugging me to open the pool, but I keep pointing out that it's still going down into the single digits at night. "But we don't swim at night!" they retort, however, in order to have a warm pool during the day, my gas account has to do battle with the infinite blackness of space, sucking up infrared radiation that I'm paying for.  But I digress - the lady in the car actually did work for a utility, although none I owe money to - she was looking for an address to fix their internet connection. I felt slightly exposed as I waddled up the driveway, tugging my t-shirt down compulsively like I did when I was 9, hoping it cast a longer shadow than it probably did. I did that thing where I stood and watched her drive out, rather than turning around and waddling away, because I thought that she might detect the 5 lbs of wet SAP I have tapped to my butt.  In other diaper news, I do wonder what my kids are either, A, watching, or, B, doing, because they yelled at me from upstairs just now... "What are you doing, Dad - snorting blow all over the bathroom?!?" "Uh, no... what?!?" "There's baby powder all over the place, Dad - it looks like someone had a cocaine party in here!" "I've never been to one of those, but I'll take it under advisement...."

I'm working through this right now! I'm mostly caught up on the story - I used to run six or seven chapters ahead of what was "published" but now I'm basically a chapter ahead. It's so hard to find the time. 

Ouch.  When a friend and I were playing with a BB gun, I managed to get hit in the nose with a ricocheting BB.  We were shooting toys off the back of his sister’s oak potty chair.  I shot a little low and the BB rebounded straight back at me.  I learned my lesson with little damage.

Thanks for the comment.  I'm glad that you are finding Will relatable.  I put a lot of my personality and experiences into Will's character for this story.  In the chapter where Will was getting an MRI and telling the tech how it works was based on a true story; I have a hard time not nerd-ing out on anything related to science and math. I based Will's reaction to all the changes on an experience I had as a kid.  I lived the true Christmas Story and got my eye shot out with a BB gun on Christmas Day.  I guess it was a bad idea to give a bunch of 6 to 10 years all BB guns for Christmas.  It took me days after the accident to work up the courage to see the damage in the mirror and even then I freaked out and ran out of the bathroom.  It wasn't until the next day that I was able to thoroughly check out the damage.  Instead of the normal white, iris, and pupil; it all looked like a scab. Surgery fixed it, but now I have a teardrop-shaped pupil and my good eye is a hazel-green color while my bad eye is brown. In the second half of the story, Will will get back some of the things he lost, and in his line of work, all he needs is a computer.  His typing speed will decrease due to having tiny hands though.