Before Mike could response there came a light knocking on the door.
"Honey, are you in there? I thought you might want to know that your big football game is about to start" she reminded as she opened the door before either could say something to stop her.
Upon entering both son and dad froze in place, waiting to see her reaction would be. Mike saw his wife's face scrunch up at the smell, "Dear I think you might need your diaper changed" she said with a smile, walking over and picking up the toddler. Holding him while being mindful of his bottom she pulled back the waistband of his diaper to peek inside, "Oooh looks like my little man made a big one this time" she teased while Mike blushed at being checked.
It was then her words from earlier registered in his brain, "Hold on. Did you say the game was on!" he cried out in alarm, forgetting all about his wife's strange acceptance of his new age.
"Yes, but don't worry I'm going to take you downstairs right now. Your diaper bag is still in the living room so I can change you there and you won't miss a thing" Turning to leave she noticed her son wasn't following, "Jeff aren't you coming?"
Shaking off his stupor, "Wish I could but I've got homework to do and..."
"Nice try Jeff but I overheard you telling your father you would watch the game with him. You need to spend some quality time with your father instead of on your computer. After the game is over you can go back to whatever it was that you were doing."
"But mom-"
"No buts, unless you want to be wiping your father's" his mom threatened, implying that she was going to make him change his dad's poopy diaper if he continued to talk back to her, something he really didn't want to do.
"Fine" he replied with a sigh as he got up from his chair.
Following his mom out of the room and downstairs they entered the living room which now had toys on the floor and a playpen in the corner. Taking a seat on the couch he watched as she laid the toddler down on the floor. Fetching and opening a nearby bag with cartoonish prints she removed the supplies. Mike hardly noticed when she undid the tapes as he was too busy paying attention to the game on the tv. Jeff looked away when the diaper was opened up, not wanting to see the mess inside, his mom dragging it off to the side before balling it up. She then proceeded to clean his butt with baby wipes, his father too engrossed with the football being play to notice the invasion of privacy as he was wiped down. Lifting his legs Jeff saw his mom slip a new diaper under him, powdering his lower regions before taping the garment shut.
It wasn't until his wife picked him up and sat him down on the couch with a crinkle that Mike finally became aware of the presence of a clean set of padding around his waist.
"Just let me know if you need another change during the game" his wife told him.
"Uh, sure thing honey."
Pausing long enough to grab the old diaper from off the floor she then left the room. Once she was out of earshot Mike whispered to Jeff, "Your mother doesn't seem to think anything is wrong. Also she still treats me as if I'm an adult."
"I know its weird right? And just look, you now have toys and a playpen now" Jeff gestured to the new furniture, "And when I passed by the kitchen I swore I saw a highchair in there. In fact I wouldn't be surprised of there was a changing table and a crib in your guys bedroom right now. I got to see what happened with the Chronivac."
"You can check it out after the game is over, otherwise you're going to make your mother mad. Besides these are the playoffs and I do not want to miss a moment of the action. Good thing I'm in diapers or I would have missed that nice kickoff" Mike remarked with a grin at the convenience of his new underwear, liking them more and more the longer he was in them.
"Alright I'll watch the game" Jeff relented crossing arms and leaning back, resigning himself to watching football for the next couple of hours with his toddler father.