Oh honey, you would not believe the week I’ve had with my  diaper boy. We were having our little tea party, and I noticed my sweet boy, Tommy, had been hiding something. I could smell from it a mile away, and sure enough, he’d tucked his slightly wet diaper under his little blanket, trying to play pretend like nothing was wrong and hide it from me. Tommy is such a good boy usually, but sometimes he gets a little mischievous. And when he does, Mommy has to remind him who’s in charge. So I decided it was time for a humbling lesson. I scooped him up, wet diaper and all, and carried him into the bathroom. I sat him on the toilet seat and positioned us right in front of the big mirror. “Look at yourself, Tommy,” I said firmly but with a wink. “Mommy knows you’ve been naughty.” He fidgeted, trying to look away, but I turned his little face back toward the mirror. “Say it, baby boy,” I whispered softly. “Tell Mommy what you see.” And he did. He looked at his reflection, the cute pacifier in his mouth, the dress he was wearing, and of course, the plump diaper I had just checked again and he whispered, “I’m a diaper boy, Mommy.” Now that’s when the fun really began. I took off his shoes and socks, and said, “If you’re a diaper boy, you need to act like it.” Then I had him stand up and waddle around the bathroom, making his little diaper swish with each step and i could hear the squelch of the padding as he waddled wet. “Say it louder, baby boy,” I encouraged him. “I want the whole neighborhood to know what you are!” So he did. “I’m a diaper boy! I wear diapers!” he shouted, his face turning pink with shame and excitement mixed together. It was absolutely adorable watching him get all flustered and embarrassed. After his little demonstration infront of the mirror and me, I helped him clean up and changed him into a fresh, dry diaper. Then we snuggled together on the couch. “You were such a naughty but good boy today,” I told him, stroking his hair. “Sometimes you need a little reminder of who you are, don’t you? you aren’t a grown up boy” He nodded against my shoulder, completely content. “Mommy loves her diaper boy,” […]