“I felt bad for laughing at him and that’s not normally something I do, but he was being so fricken cute. There he was in the middle of explaining to me that he’s done wearing diapers and how he’s totally ready for big boy boxers. As he’s saying all this, suddenly I hear a loud squirting noise which drew my attention to his diaper which quickly became visibly wet. No more words were needed, he looked down at his drenched diaper, turned around and quietly retreated to the bathroom so he could change into a fresh diaper. Poor guy, I felt bad for him. I love him to death though and could care less that he has accidents. Diapers are a part of his life and I don’t want bits and pieces of him, I want the whole thing”