She was waiting for an answer, but I didn't know the correct one. ”Is it my birthday?” I nervously asked. My parents laughed and my mother ruffled my hair. ”No silly goose it's almost bedtime so go play with your toys for a bit.” she told me. My dad lifted me out of my booster seat and they let me toddle back to my room.
There I looked around for something to play with but most of the stuff I had we're stuffed animals. ”Wanna play cars?” someone behind me asked. I turned around and it was my 5-year-old brother Mike with a plastic box in his hand. ”Sure” I responded eagerly. He sat down next to me and dumped the box revealing tons of plastic, wooden, and metal cars.
We played for a while, unaware of anything around us, including time. Apparently, a few hours had passed and it was already dark outside my window.
Outside my room, I could hear my mother calling for someone. ”Mike! Mike, it's bedtime sweety!” she yelled out. ”Oh here you are,” she said while in the doorway of my room. ”Come on Mike time to go to bed!” she calmed asked him to do. Mike shook his head no, ”I don't wanna.” I turned to my mom and saw her stern look at my brother. She didn't want to deal with them so I won't interfere, so I moved the cars around and accidentally made the car noises. ”Yes Jack the car goes vroom,” she said. I didn't mean to make any noise, I guess it rubbed off from my brother or something.
”Mike for the last time its bedtime,” she asked again. And like a broken record on repeat, my brother said ”No” to her. ”Fine, I'll take care of Jack while you get your toys together.” she said while scooping me up. She sniffed the air, then me. ”Did someone go potty?” she asked. To make sure they won't get suspicious, I started an act. ”Me made boom boom!” I giggled. My mother laid me on the changing table, lifted my legs, then untapped the diaper revealing a horrendous smell no human was able to withstand. ”Woowee you made a number on that diaper.” my mother teased. She wiped my rear and crotch area multiple times. It was a good thing I was two because this would become extremely weird if they knew my original age.
When she changed me, she slipped on a thick pull-up with dogs all over, then she lifted me off the table. I looked over to my brother who had finished with his toys sitting there patiently. ”See now was that hard?” my mother asked, ”Now go get daddy to help you get your clothes while I get your brother dressed.” He picked up his box and ran out the room yelling ”daddy!”
My mother went to the closet and grabbed 3 footed pajamas. ”Ok sweety do you want the blue, red, or green one's?” she asked. I looked at the three of them, and thought about which ones. The blue one's had fish on then, red had birds, and green had monkeys. I pointed to the green one and she helped me put it on.
When she was zipping my pajamas up, my father came into the room. ”Is Mike in his bed?” my mother asked. ”He can't go in his bed because it's wet, ” my father responded. ”Again?” ”Yep, so I'm going to borrow some of Jack’s pull-ups and see if they fit him.” he grabbed a pair and left.
”Ok wacky Jacky time for bed,” she told me. I haven't heard that nickname in YEARS. I climbed on my bed and my mom tucked me in and turned off the lights and the nightlight on. ”Goodnight” she said while closing the door.