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“Where do you think you’re going mister? Isn’t there something you forgot to do to get ready for bed? Your mom said she told you to come to my bedroom after you brushed your teeth so I could help change you into your night diapers…. You rarely wet the bed anymore so you don’t want to? Well that’s not your choice to make - in *my* house we do as your mother says and we certainly don’t risk staining the bed when it can easily be prevented with a ‘just in case’ night diaper. Now come with me, let’s get you ready for bed.”

“No, hubby, I’m not wearing any underwear. Do you think my date will notice? I’m just hoping to give him easy access if that’s what he wants. I think tonight will be the night you finally live out your cuckold dreams. Now hop in your crib. It’s bedtime for babies. No fussing, little boy. Babies get pampers and early bedtimes. Mommies get dinner dates and a remarkable sex life. Those are the rules you agreed to, baby…”

I’ve babysat plenty of adult babies, but the one thing that never gets old is the telltale sign that they’re filling their diapers. They begin to get distracted by the sensation that they’re about to poop their Pampers, and know there’s nothing they can do about it. I’ll notice their movements begin to slow down as they inevitably start to squat. Sometimes it’s just a little bend of the knees, and sometimes it’s a full obvious squat. Their face starts to turn red as they begin pushing their poopies into their Pampers, and they begin looking around to see if anyone is watching them. That’s when they see me smiling at them, and they know that I am smiling because of what they’re doing. They look so cute as they lock eyes with me and finish filling their diapers. 🥰

"My husband was out of control and we were close to divorcing I talked to my mother (she has a background in psychology) and she made a suggestion." "You could propose an arrangement that has consequences for bad behavior. Since he's acting like a big baby, treat him like a big baby. Tell him that if he disobeys a rule, then he will be put back in diapers and sleep in the nursery for a day, or week, or whatever seems appropriate." (We have a nursery and are expecting in about 6 months.) "So, he agreed to the "arrangement" and must call me 'mommy' on nursery nights. He has slept in the nursery a lot, but his attitude and behavior seems to be getting better. I'm not going to lie -- I'm really enjoying having the bed to myself! But he'll need to move back into my bed when the baby comes. Since there are nursery nights when I'm working late, my mom (who he must call 'Nana') offered to be his babysitter." "I told his big sister about our arrangement, and she was determined to get a pic of him in his baby clothes. Mom and I were getting him ready for bed, and she took a surprise pic (above)." She said, "grandma, mommy, and baby! It's like three generations!" "After we tucked him into the crib, we all went down to the kitchen for wine and conversation. I asked for ideas about what to do when the baby arrives. At this stage, I'm still not sure what to do. I'd like to make nursery nights the norm, but it isn't practical."

With an efficient tug, she pulled the diaper up snugly and secured the tapes tightly around his belly . "Alrighty babykins, jammy time!" she trilled, sitting him upright and stripping off his onesie before wrestling him into the soft cotton pajamas. She scooped him up onto her ample hip and patted his diapered bottom as she carried him down the hall to the nursery, pausing only to deposit the stinky diaper into the overflowing pail by the changing table. "No pwease Nana, me stay up an' wait fo' Mommy! Me big boy!" Tommy lisped around his pacifier, his eyes wide and pleading as she lowered him into the confines of his crib. "Oh sweetie, we both know that's not true. It's way past bedtime for little boys like you. The sun is almost down and Mommy won't be home for hours yet. She's out enjoying herself with a grown-up man for a change. Now you just lay your sleepy head down and let Nana tuck you in tight." She pressed a kiss to his forehead and raised the side of the crib, clicking it into place with an air of finality. With a flick of her wrist she switched on the baby monitor and set the mobile spinning lazily above his head, filling the room with the tinny strains of a familiar lullaby. "Nighty night, baby boy," she cooed, flipping off the light and pulling the door shut behind her, cutting off the sound of Tommy's renewed wails as she headed back out to the living room to enjoy her evening of freedom.