The Three Diapered Amigo's Book II Chapter 7: A Bad Day at School
The Three Diapered Amigo's
Book II: Craig's Battle for Diapers
Written by JD © February 2012
Warning: The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.
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Chapter 7: A Bad Day at School
The School year was quickly approaching the end and every day it seemed hotter and muggier than the day before. It was now Friday May 11th and a month away from the official summer vacation for us Kids.
It had now been 3 weeks since our last sleepover and going to the Bull's Game. We had tried every weekend to get together at Randy's house, but every time it fell through at the last minute.
That Friday though started off badly for me. Somehow I hadn't heard my Alarm go off as I was still deep in La-La-Land. What really made it bad though was; the night before, Dad had been asked to come in to work real early that next morning, in order to settle a problem. I guess that is to be expected when you run a whole office. My mom also overslept as Dad had forgotten to reset the alarm before he left. My alarm had been going off for almost an hour, when it finally awoke me from the depths of sleep.
I didn't realize how late it actually was when I started to get up. I really didn't know that it was later than I thought. It was because I had not known the damn alarm had been screaming at me for an hour.
Of course I had to swim out of my bed that morning, if you know what I mean. Without really looking at the alarm clock, I slammed my hand on the button that cut off that blasted noise. I then took my time to strip my bed and my wet pajamas and carried them back to the laundry room butt naked. While walking through the house something seemed strange; I really couldn't put my finger on it right away. It wasn't until I left the laundry room to head for the bathroom that I realized what was bothering me.
"Where are Mom and Dad?" I asked myself in a whisper.
Both of my parents were normally up before I got up for school. For some reason it was peculiarly quiet that morning which I guess was the reason I felt the need to whisper as I was afraid to break the quietness. So instead of heading to the bathroom I decided to check my parent's room to find out if Mom and Dad overslept, little I knew how true that was.
It didn't even occur to me that I was still reeking of pee and naked as a jaybird when I entered my parent's room. Dad was nowhere in sight but Mom was still sound asleep. I decided to wake her up as she would be mad at me if I didn't. I also knew she always wanted to kiss me goodbye before I left for school. I know I am too old for that but I felt better when she did.
"Mom... Mooommm... MOM... Mommy!" I shouted and started to worry as I tried to shake her awake.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Mom asked as she finally started to stir from her sleep. "What's wrong baby? Did you wet your bed?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, but mom..."
"Okay Craig, you can get in bed with Mommy." And as she said this was when she noticed I was butt naked. "Baby, why don't you go to your room and put some dry pajamas on. Then come back and sleep with mommy? We will worry about your bed in the morning."
For just the briefest moment there, I really considered doing exactly what she told me to do, but I knew better and Mom would be upset if I didn't go to school. If only I knew what was in stake for me that day. I would not have wasted a billionth of a second before crawling into Mom and Dad's bed.
"That is why I am waking you up for Mommy..." I truthly told her. "...it is already morning!"
Mom raised her head a little and looked at her alarm clock. O-M-G, you are going to be late to the bus stop if we don't hurry." And when I said that Mom had said O-M-G, that is exactly what she said as she was very against cussing. "Craig, why did you wait so long to wake me?" She said in a light accusing tone.
"Mom I just woke up!" I cried defensively. I had yet to notice the time and how late it really was.
"I am going to kill your father." Mom murmured. Craig you don't have time to take a shower. Let mommy wash you with a washcloth real quick and then I want you to hurry and dress yourself for school." Still, I had yet to connect the dots.
Mom grabbed my hand as she got up from her bed and practically pulled me into her and Dad's bathroom where she quickly gave me a sponge bath from the sink. Because of the hurry, she wasn't as thorough as she would normally been. I just stood in place while she almost rubbed my skin off my body in places, especially the more and more noticeable sensitive area between my legs.
As much as she was scrubbing you would think she got everything but she ended up missing whole areas that still had my pee on them. I guess with all the scrubbing she was doing, neither one of us noticed it at the time. When she declared me clean she sent me to my room to get dressed. Later that morning, I would regret not asking her to just take me to school. I then could have taken a shower and washed the stink properly from my body. I would then have had time to grab a real breakfast, even if it was just cold cereal.
I was dressed in no time. As I entered the living room Mom handed me a granola bar and lunch money and pushed me out the front door. "Craig honey, please run or you will miss your bus!" Still not sure what the time was, I did as I was told and ran all the way to the bus stop. As I ran though, I really felt bad that I had not been given my usual goodbye kiss.
As I got near the bus stop I saw Mark getting on the bus. "Mark, please tell Mrs. Filch to wait!" I yelled out breathlessly. I could see Mark look at me, then back inside the bus which I assumed he was speaking to Mrs. Filch. He then looked at me with a sorry expression on his face as he, boarded the bus. I knew as I saw the bus doors close that Mrs. Filch had decided to do what she had threatened to do. As I watched the bus leave me behind, I couldn't help thinking of all the things that went wrong this morning. I overslept, I soaked my bed, (Even though I didn't know it yet but would soon find out.) I wasn't cleaned properly, I wasn't given a proper breakfast, and now I missed the bus. I couldn't help myself as tears rolled down my cheeks while I stared at my feet.
"What the hell!" I yelled out as I noticed that I had one white sock and one blue one on my feet. "Arrrrgggggghhh!"
Now the smart thing would have been to go back home and have Mom take me to school. Of course though there was no way I was going to make Mom feel bad that I missed the bus plus it was only a few blocks to the school. I knew the walk would be like 15 to 20 minutes and I also knew that that there was no way I wouldn't be a little late, but hey it was better than having your Mom dropping you off at school.
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That morning at school was no better for me then earlier. As I came into the school, running a little late like I figured I would, low and behold who do I run into?
"Mr. Smith..." I just realized something, Smith is a very popular last name So when I say he was not related with Randy and Billi I meant it. Randy's dad was a whole lot better of a human then the teacher Mr. Smith. In fact if there was even a micron of human in him, it would be a miracle.
"So Pederson, we once again meet. You do realize that you are late for school?!"
"I am sorry Mr. Smith, but Mrs. Filch left me at the bus stop." I tried to explain.
"Mr. Pederson, I don't want to hear excuses!" At that he reached out and grasped my shoulder in death lock pinch as if he were that alien Spock on Star Trek. He never let go of that hold, it took everything I had and even that wasn't enough to keep me from crying caused by the pain. All the bawling that I was doing now was causing my snot to run down out of my nose. As the snot was reaching my lips, I used my free arm to rub the snot off my face. The other one was in so much pain I couldn't move it. He gave me a disgusted look and continued leading me to the school office.
About halfway Mr. Smith stopped, as he sniffed the air. "Craig did you piss yourself again?" Mr. Smith growled.
I never seem to learn! By now I should realize that Mr. Smith has no compassion or soul. But I couldn't stop myself from crying even louder as I begged him to let me go.
"Mr. Smith please, I am sorry. Please-Please-Pleeeaaassse." I cried and very much still in pain from his pincher grip.
As we reached the door to the office, Mr. Bell opened the door coming out of the office.
"I found this trouble maker wandering the halls and not in class. I figured it would be best to bring him to you..." Mr. Smith did not get a chance to finish what he was saying.
"Mr. Pederson, please go back to your class." As Mr. Bell said this, Mr. Smith was looking furious.
"Mr. Bell he was not in class so I was bringing him to yo..." Again Mr. Smith was cut off.
"Mr. Smith, the whole school now knows that you were bringing him here including Principal Green!" And Mr. Bell looked like he was about to hit Mr. Smith. "Now let the young man go so he can go to class. You are hurting the poor boy for God Sake!" At that Mr. Bell turned toward me. "Craig I better not ever hear you repeat those words, I should have never said them in front of you."
Since Mr. Smith never let me go as Mr. Bell had instructed him to do, Mr. Bell had to pry his hand of off me. "Craig, please go to your class." Mr. Bell once again told me as he freed me. Before I could turn and leave Mr. Bell looked over to one of the office workers. "Jan, can you please go down to Mr. Smith's class and watch over it until the sub gets there.
"Sub... So they are getting a substitute teacher for Mr. Smith's class!" I thought to myself. I smiled at the thought of getting Mr. Smith in trouble and maybe even fired. Unfortunately that smile wouldn't be on my face for long.
The last thing I heard as I headed to my class was Principal Green calling both Mr. Bell and Mr. Smith into his office. By the end of the day there would be all kinds of rumor's going around about Mr. Smith and Principal Green. The most ridicules one, was that Principal Green shot an arrow right through Mr. Smith's heart.
All I knew for sure was that Mr. Smith's car was not in the parking lot during 1st recess. I was hoping more than ever that Mr. Green had fired him. He was an awful teacher and anyone in his class can attest to that.
Now if this was the last bad thing to happen today, I am sure I would have been fine and peachy, `BUT Noooooooooo'. The crappy day just continued. In fact it was about to become worse.
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"Hey Craig, what's wrong?" Randy asked as he and Mark sat down next to me behind the tree I was hiding behind.
1st Recess was about over and all through it I had managed to find a small hiding place, or at least I thought, and sat down and cried into my arms.
I love my friends but I really wanted to have a private cry and release some of the pent up emotions that had been building inside of me since I was awoken by that damn blasted alarm clock. If only it had never awoken me or if I forgot to set it, maybe I might have still been in bed at that moment. I also couldn't help thinking that I had blown my chance at just crawling into bed with my mommy. I know she would have been upset when she woke up later, but it would have been worth it.
The weirdest thing was, on top of everything, why are my two best friends acting like they don't know why I was upset. I mean they pretty much saw it all. I had every reason to be mad at the world and at that moment I was, and I wasn't ready to talk to anyone about it! Even my best friends!
When both Mark and Randy first sat down with me, I thought they were going to tag team me and continually hound me; sort of how Randy and I did to Mark a few weeks back. So when they just sat down quietly and waited patiently for me to stop crying into my arms, I was relieved. Now maybe I was being overdramatic but hey, I was only 11 years old and to me, everything I did when I was upset was usually over the top. So as my two friends sat there just to show support for me, my child like mind rewound and started at the point I left the school office and headed back to my classroom.
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After the whole episode with me being almost ripped from my feet and dragged down to the school office in pain. Once there after help from Mr. Bell, I was finally set free. As headed down the hallway, I had thought that things couldn't get worse. Of course I was about to find how untrue that was. Things could and did get worse!
I was on my way to class, which in order to get to I had to pass Mr. Smith's classroom. Now you may be wondering what happened to Jan. She of course was the lady who had been walking with me on the way to look over Mr. Smith's class, that is until the sub got there. Well she had to go back to get something. So here I was passing Mr. Smith's unsupervised 5th grade classroom, Billi's classroom. I couldn't help noticing that most of the kids from Mr. Smith's class had poured out into the hall sometime after all the loud arguing emanated down from the school office. Now of course who should be the one to stop me...
"Billi, please let me go!" I cried and begged as he had grabbed a hold of me as I tried to pass him.
"Hey everyone..." and to drive his point home he pinched his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "...He really doeth think!" And of course I knew he meant stink.
I tried my damndest to get away but that wasn't happening. He and his buddies were keeping me from going anywhere. Billi and his gang were also allowing people to come up and smell the lingering stale pee that had not been quite washed off as well as I hoped.
I was humiliated as I was being showed off as if I was an exhibit in a sniff and smell museum. If I thought I was the most humiliated I could have ever been right then, what was about to happen would prove not, I could indeed be more humiliated. At some point Billi had shoved me towards another one of his friends to let them smell me.
"Hey Billi, we want to see more!" A couple of the kids shouted.
Another kid yelled, "yeah, can you show us the little flea that he calls his penis. We want to see if it is as small as you told us."
At this Billi smiled as he approached me, I tried hard to take off but was grabbed a hold of again and forced to be held in place as Billi approached me. I hadn't realized right then how much I had been crying until Billi pointed it out.
"Baaaaabbbyyyy! Hey Baby! Are you going to just stand there and cry and pee your panties?!" Billi teased.
Of course I can easily tell from the wetness on my face that I was crying but at the moment I was not quite sure if I was wetting my pants or not, so I looked down between my legs. I of course was still dry.
"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" Billi roared with laughter. He then got right in my face and I was about to hurl when I got a good whiff of his morning breath. "Must be you are wearing a diaper then."
At this point Billi yanked my pants down only to be disappointed at me just in my underwear. My whitey-tighties which should have been white were very badly pee stained from many nights of wetting my bed.
It wasn't long before someone else noticed how stained they were, "Hey Billi look! They are pee stained!"
With that statement of fact the kids started to yell out in unison "Craig is a bedwetter! Craig is a bedwetter!" Over and over, again and again.
Finally the loud noises got the attention of my teacher from my classroom, who came out and scolded Billy and his gang. "Billie! You and all your little friends go back to your classroom or I will give each and every last one of you detention! Do you got it!"
That is what it took. When Billi finally let me go I collapsed to the floor crying hysterically. At some point in the next few seconds I saw my two best friends run to me. As Mark helped me up Randy pulled up my pants and then both of them led me into our classroom.
It had taken a few moments for me to get over my tears but I was finally able to wipe them away as I made it to my seat and put on a brave face.
All through the morning I made it without showing any emotion whatsoever. That is until recess had started and I ran and found my hiding place. Now with my two best friends sitting next to me I was able to start to feel better.
I couldn't help hoping the rest of the day would be better, yeah right! At least it waited until near the end of the school day.
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"Hey guys I have been thinking about something since this morning? I can't help thinking about my alarm going off this morning..." At this both Randy and Mark had looks of confusion on their faces. "...when I did not hear my alarm go off for like an hour..." I had not been paying any attention to what Randy and Mark were talking about as I started to ask my question. So I didn't even notice that I interrupted the current conversation between Mark and Randy. "...I am not sure how I am going to be able to wake up in the middle of the night. I seem to be sleeping even heavier than normal." I sighed before continuing. "So how am I going to be able to wake up and go into my parents' bedroom and sleep with them in hopes of wetting their bed as well?"
It was now after lunch and now mid-day recess and me and the other two Amigos were walking around the playground and talking when I suddenly brought up the subject of how I was going to wake up after wetting my bed.
At some point that morning, I had finally realized how late it was, when I missed the bus that morning. It occurred to me if I could sleep through my blaring alarm clock for an hour then how was I going to be able to wake up to climb in bed with Mom and Dad. As far as I could see, there was no way that I would be able to.
"Wow Craig, I am sorry, I didn't even think of that!" Mark replied.
"Man Craig, that Sucks!" Randy exclaimed. "How did you do it before?"
I just shrugged my head, "I am not sure. I just woke up every once in a while and climbed in bed with them. Now it wasn't every night but I use to do it quite often."
Both Randy and Mark stood silently and it looked like they were both in full thought.
I want to take a moment and tell you that I really did love my friends especially Mark at times like this. I couldn't help looking at Mark as he always had the cutest look on his face when he was thinking. Unlike Randy and I or anyone else for that matter, Mark had this half smile and half frown and he always put his hand up to his mouth like he was going to suck his thumb, which by the way he still does occasionally in his sleep. I had found this out a while back ago and he doesn't know that I know. Anyway instead of sucking his thumb though he tucks it back inside his palm. He then curls his pointing finger and uses it to rub the tip of his nose up and down. Then there were the eyes which looked like those of a sad puppy dog. Like I said I have never seen anyone look like that before.
As I looked at Mark I had this real strange feeling inside me, like a strong impulse to kiss him. I don't know why I wanted to so badly to plant a big one on him. I decided that it must be some strange random thought and pushed it out of my brain. At some point I looked back over at Randy again and noticed that he too was looking at mark with the biggest goofiest smile on his face.
Mark continued this look for a while. A few minutes later his eyes and face almost looked like it was going to explode and both of his hands went wild as if he couldn't control them in his excitement.
"I've got it!" He shouted loud enough that the aliens on the backside of the moon heard it as well. "Craig I know what will help you! I can't believe I almost forgot about it!" Mark said still shouting out in excitement.
"What!" I asked
"First you have to promise to come to my birthday tomorrow." Mark said deviously.
At this I couldn't help looking disappointed. "I am sorry Mark, I can't believe that I had forgotten your birthday. I really wish I could go but my parents planned a weekend trip a while back ago." I apologized. "Maybe we can get together next weekend." I suggested.
Mark looked really disappointed that I was not going to be able to attend his birthday. "Okay Craig, I guess that would be okay, but is there any way you can get out of it?" Mark pleaded.
I shook my head, "I am really sorry Mark, but I know my parents won't let me out of it." I sighed disappointedly. "Well at least you will have Randy." I offered.
Both Randy and Mark looked glum. "I can't be there either Craig. My parents want to go to my Grandma's place first thing in the morning and start packing up her things and my mom wasn't able to get a sitter for me and Billi, so we have to go with them." Randy explained. "At least now I know why your mother couldn't watch us." Randy Muttered. "Even Mark's mom turned my parents down as she couldn't handle Billi." Randy grumbled!
Mark really looked miserable and he almost looked like he was about to cry. "Yeah Randy told me that yesterday." Mark said in in misery.
With that out now, neither of us spoke again to each other until the last recess of the day and even that was just idle conversation not really meaning anything.
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I was really fidgeting in my seat as I felt the pressure of my backend build and build. I can't remember how long I have been holding it, all I do remember is that at last recess I didn't have to go.
Now, I could have asked my teacher if I could go but I really didn't want to bring more attention to myself as I still smelled like a dirty toilet. Besides there was less than an hour before school was over for the day and I was sure I could make it to the end of class.
So as I sat there in very awkward discomfort, wiggling my butt on my chair, I couldn't help continually looking at the clock. I kept telling myself I could hold it and if the pressure hadn't gotten worse all of a sudden, I would have probably been able to make it to the end of class. But unfortunately I had a sudden strong cramp and I knew the battle was over as I started to fill the backside of those peed stained underwear.
Since we were in class I was not able to vocally let my friends know what was happening so I gave each a look that hopefully said, "Damn, I am crapping myself and I can't stop it or hold it any longer" I looked sadly to both of them with tears brimming in my eyes.
As I sat there I could feel my poo fill the back of my underwear. It was a very big poo as well as I felt it mash inside my undies. Because I was sitting on a hard wooden chair the poop was squashed between my butt and a thin pair of underpants and pants and of course the chair.
It wasn't until I was finishing up with pooping my pants that it hit me that all while crapping myself I had also lost bladder control as well and without even looking I now knew there was a puddle under my seat.
As hard as it was I managed to sit there as good as I could and not draw any attention to myself. The only problem though, was that shortly after I was finished pooping, I could now smell the stench of it emanating everywhere. I knew it wouldn't be long before everyone in the class would be able to smell it as well.
Sure enough the kid in front of me started to complain about the smell. "Oh gawd!!! Mrs. Miller, it really is starting to stink back here! It smells like someone crapped themselves!" The boy complained.
I really do love my friends, especially Mark. It is awesome that he could at times be so quick witted. "I am sorry I must have ate some bad cafeteria food!" Mark stated instantly after Bobby, the kid in front of me, informed the teacher. "It has given me the worst gas I have ever had!" And to make it sound believable, Mark let a big loud fart erupt from his butt.
Everyone in the class besides the teacher started to laugh. Even I thought it was funny and it just happened to be what I needed to keep me from outright crying.
As the last 20 minutes or so of our class went by, every so often Mark would blow the class again with a really smelly kiss from his backend. It didn't take long for Randy to join in with his own butt kisses. Eventually most of the boys in the class were joining in including me. Even though the teacher was annoyed I was glad she allowed class to continue.
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"Hey Craig, do you think if I beg your Mom, that she might let you stay out at my place while they are out of town?" Mark asked while we were just walking into my yard.
"I don't know if it will help but you can ask her while I get cleaned up." I sighed.
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I was very grateful that school was over with for the day. I was so afraid that someone would at least notice the puddle under my desk let alone the condition of my pants. I decided that it was a miracle that no one did notice. Even getting outside after school was over without being found out, was easier than I thought it would be. I should have stayed behind and cleaned up the pee on my chair and puddle on the floor but because I wanted out of there fast I decided to let the school janitor to clean it up.
After some thought I had decided that there was no way I was going to ride the bus home. I just knew that some kid would notice and smell me, and then I would never live it down. So I decided that it would be better to walk home instead.
When Mark offered to walk with me (after Randy said his goodbyes for the weekend and rushed off to the bus), I felt 1000% better. All the way home I tried to make myself not think about the condition of my pants, but after getting a stiffy shortly after Mark and I started home, there was no way that was going to happen. The more the poop squashed itself in my underpants as I walked the harder my peepee became.
Even though I had continued to think about what I had done and the condition of my pants, the subject about them was never brought up between the two of us. Not even after I stopped and began peeing in them again. Oh, this time it wasn't an accident. I had figured since they were already wet that it didn't matter peeing more in them. Besides I was really starting to enjoy the feeling of the wet and poopy pants.
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Now inside the house Mom did not forget to give me my welcome home kiss.
"Thank you Mom," I exclaimed as I was happy to at least get this kiss. "I really felt bad this morning when you didn't give me a goodbye kiss." I whined a little.
At that Mom bent down and gave me a peck on my lips that tickled just a little as Mom's lips lightly brushed my own as she gave me the kiss. "I am terribly sorry that I forgot your kiss this morning Craig, I hope that one makes up for it." She told me this after she gave me the peck on the lips.
Without warning Mom started to tickle my arm pits relentlessly. "Mark, please help!" I loudly laughed uncontrollably.
As Mom pinned me to the flour she started to tickle my other sensitive areas. It was then that Mark gave a cry like the Indians do and jumped on Mom's back. It only took a few minutes though before my mom had him pinned to the floor next to me as she started tickling him as well.
At some point while being tickled and the mess in my underwear started again to mash against my butt some more, I couldn't help noticing the feeling of it moving around against my butt and the floor and believe it or not I was really enjoying the feeling of it mashing and smearing all over my backside. I tried to escape Mom and run for safety down to the basement, where my Dad was most likely at as I had noticed his car was in the driveway when Mark and I got home. All the mashing of the mess in the back of my undies made it release fresh poop smell. I knew then that there was no way that Mom could not noticed the smell or the large wet spot on the front of my pants and all the way down my right leg. But at this moment she never mentioned anything about it and even when she did she never seemed to make a big deal about it.
"Mrs. Pederson..." Mark tried to get out while still laughing like a hyena. "...I want to ask you something." Mark finished with a lot of giggling still erupting from his lips, which again made me want to kiss them but more then what my mom did at times like a few moments ago. I am not sure why I kept thinking about kissing Mark but I did know that kissing another boy, unless your French that is, was wrong.
At Mark's request she stopped tickling us but still kept us pinned to the floor. "Yes Markie, you can ask me anything." Mom replied and smiled at the both of us especially Mark because he hated to be called Markie and Mom knew it. I also was sure by this time if his GoodNite wasn't wet before, I am positive that all the tickling he received it was now. I knew the only reason I didn't pee more was because I emptied my bladder on the way home into my pants already.
"Ugh! Mrs. Pederson, you know how much I hate being called Markie!" Mark groaned.
"I know Markie, but you will always be little Markie to me." Mom laughed. She then let Mark up and embraced him and kissed him on the cheek.
"No fair! I am the son and I am supposed to get all the Kisses Mommy!" I jokingly complained.
Mark then looked at me and stuck his tongue out. "Nah-nah nah-nah-nah!" As he said this I started to playfully growl. "She loves me more than youuuuu!" Mark sang while laughing.
I then acted like I was going to punch him. Even if I wanted to hit Mark, I was not able to, as Mom had me still pinned to the floor. "Mom you have to give me another kiss." I pleaded. Mom laughed as she finally let me up and hugged me tightly and kissed me twice; one time on each cheek. After my two kisses I then looked at Mark. At this point I stuck my tongue out at him. To make it even better than his I blew a raspberry back at him.
Finally with our play over, Mark then asked the question that I already knew he was going to ask. "Mrs. Pederson, can you please allow Craig to stay with me while you guys are gone this weekend."
One look on Mom's face, I knew what she was about to say in response but before she could, I decided to beg as well. Mommy pretty please with sugar on it can I go to Mark's house for the weekend?" She then looked at me with the same look. Trying to be cute I smiled widely and gave her the best puppy dog look that I could muster. "It's Mark's birthday tomorrow!" I pleaded.
Mom looked over at Mark "I am sorry Mark, but Craig has to go with us." Mom said sadly. "How about this Mark? Next weekend you can stay over here Friday and Saturday night and I will even bake you a cake." Mom offered. I guessed this worked as Mark's look of sadness turned into a smile.
"Thanks Mrs. Pederson!" And then Mark looked at me, "Craig we can have a lot of `FUN' next weekend."
My Mom once again smiled, "Markie you better head on home, your mother might be worried if you don't get home soon. Besides I think you need a change," and Mom pointed at a small wet spot on his pants.
Without even acknowledging the wet spot, Mark made a face and then groaned at the use of his little kid name. He then looked at me and smiled. "Bye Craig!" He said and then headed out the door.
After Mark left Mom looked at me and suggested that I get cleaned up. At this I realized that after the tickling got real serious I had forgotten the condition of my pants. "Awe Mom can I have my snack first," I begged.
"I will tell you what, you can have an apple while I get your bath water poured into the tub. I think Mommy should wash you properly like I should have this morning."
I really wanted to stay in those wet and messy pants as my peepee was really starting to feel good. At least I would get a few more minutes of enjoyment in them.
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The day had gone by quick and I couldn't help wondering if Mom had something she wasn't telling me. First according to her, that because something happened at Dad's work he had to go back and wouldn't be home till real late and therefore we would leave for our trip real early the next morning.
Because we were going to leave so early I had to go to bed at 7:30 tonight. So as I crawled into bed I couldn't help wondering what Mom wasn't telling me. I am not sure how long I lied in bed before I fell asleep, all I could tell you, it was earlier than normal.
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