It was the day before Saturday. JoJo's punishment would end the next day. JoJo wanted it over and done with. And to make sure this punishment didn't happen again, he wanted to prove to his dad that he wasn't a baby.

Ned woke up to a phone call from Sally.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Ned. How's the punishment going?"

"It's going good. Tomorrow is his last day of punishment. Maybe this will teach him to not act like a baby."

"Good, so I was thinking of bringing the girls tomorrow. They miss you and JoJo."

Ned considered it. JoJo needed to learn and this seemed the best way.

"Sure. I'll see you then."

"I love you. Bye."

Ned decided to keep quiet about Sally and his daughters coming home to JoJo. He didn't want him to get any funny ideas.

The day went by as usual. Ned fed his son his usual baby food and formula, changed his diapers and kept him entertained with his blocks and rattle.

JoJo kept up with this nonsense because he knew he only had one day left. Sure enough, bathtime came and then bedtime. Ned gave him his bedtime bottle and locked the crib. JoJo drank it and fell asleep. At 5 am, JoJo woke up. JoJo reached in his black hair and pulled out the bobby pin. The night before, while Ned went to get a towel, JoJo grabbed the pin from the bathroom counter and kept it hidden.

JoJo reached an arm out of the crib and stuck the pin in the lock. With a few jiggles, the lock opened, freeing JoJo. As quiet as he could, JoJo climbed out of the crib and walked out of his room.

JoJo entered the kitchen and decided to make his dad waffles. Opening a cabinet, JoJo took out the waffle iron and climbed on a stool so he could reach the counter. Plugging it in, JoJo got out the pancake mix, spilling some in the process.

"Whoops!"

Deciding to clean it up once he was done, JoJo poured the mix in a bowl and went to the fridge to get eggs, butter and milk. As he grabbed the egg carton, an egg fell and broke on the floor.

"Darn it."

JoJo deposited the eggs and butter on the counter and went to get the milk. As he pulled the gallon off the fridge shelf, one of his prepared baby bottles fell off and shattered on the floor, spilling formula on the floor.

"Uh oh!"

JoJo looked at the mess he made on the floor but decided to clean it up once he was done. JoJo mixed the ingredients together and poured batter into the waffle iron. A river of batter flowed on the counter because JoJo poured too fast.

The first thing Ned noticed once he woke up was a burning smell. Ned's eyes popped open and he raced to JoJo's room to see if he was alright.

But, to Ned's surprise, the crib's top was unlocked and opened and JoJo wasn't inside. The first thought that came to Ned's mind was that someone kidnapped JoJo and set the house on fire.

Ned raced downstairs and entered the kitchen, where black smoke filled the room. Ned grabbed the fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over. Once the smoke cleared, Ned saw the scene that caused his panic.

There was JoJo, still in his pajamas, standing in the middle of the floor, in the now messy kitchen. Egg shells and batter flooded the counter, a broken baby bottle and a broken egg sat in front of the fridge, burnt waffles decorated the floor next to the table, and JoJo was all dirty with batter. JoJo looked like he was ready to cry.

Ned was appalled. "JoJo, what in the world is going on here? Why aren't you in your crib? How did you get out? And why is the kitchen a mess?"

Tears streamed from JoJo's eyes. In between sobs, he spoke the whole reason he was up so early.

"I just wanted to prove to you that I'm an adult!"

Ned stood there, stunned. JoJo was trying to prove to him that he wasn't a baby. He watched JoJo cry for a few minutes before picking him up and sitting down in a chair. Ned rubbed his son's back as JoJo sobbed.

Once JoJo had spent his tears, Ned looked him straight in the eyes. "Son, I know you wanted to prove to me that you're not a baby, but you disobeyed the rules. But, since your punishment ends today, I will only put you in time out for making a mess."

JoJo nodded and Ned led him to the living room. Ned faced him in the corner and left to clean up the mess.

Once the kitchen was all cleaned up, Ned took JoJo to his room to get him dressed for the day. JoJo was put in a fresh diaper and a green t-shirt. JoJo sat in his highchair as Ned made pancakes.

After breakfast, JoJo was placed in his playpen while Ned went upstairs. Ned took down the crib and changing table. Putting them in their boxes, Ned hauled them to the basement. The rocking chair went with them. Ned took all the baby clothes, pacifiers, burp clothes, and extra baby toys from JoJo's room and put them in the attic.

Ned went to check on JoJo. He seemed content, so Ned decided to make lunch. JoJo was changed into a fresh diaper before Ned fed him his vegetable soup. As JoJo drank his bottle, Ned ate his own food. Ned took JoJo to the foyer and put him in the stroller.

JoJo drank a bottle of juice as Ned pushed him around town. Once they came back, Ned changed his son's wet diaper and laid him down in the playpen for a nap. While JoJo napped, Ned looked over paperwork.

Ned heard a knock at the door at 3:30. He got up and answered the door. Sally and his swarm of female children.

"Hello, dear."

Sally came in and kissed Ned's cheek. Each daughter came in a hugged their father.

"So, where is he?" Sally asked.

"He's in his playpen, taking a nap. If we're really quiet, let's go see him."

Sally followed Ned, holding their two youngest, Hedy and Huggy, to the playpen. The four peered into the playpen. JoJo was fast asleep. He laid on his stomach, with his thumb in his mouth.

Sally couldn't help but sigh. "He's so cute."

Her little comment made JoJo open his eyes slightly. At that moment, Hedy spoke one of the few words she knew. "Baby."

JoJo was awake now. He looked up and saw his dad, accompanied with his mother, and two of his youngest sisters. JoJo's eyes widened. What were they doing here?

JoJo blushed when Huggy giggled. He was sure she was laughing at how babyish he was dressed. There was nothing covering his diaper.

It all became too much to bear and JoJo broke down and cried. Sally put Huggy down and scooped up JoJo. "There, there, sweetie."

Huggy looked at her crying big brother. She never saw him like this.

"I think he needs a new diaper, mommy." Huggy said.

'No, not that!' JoJo thought. It was embarrassing enough to be wearing a diaper in front of his little sisters, but if his mother knew he needed a change, she would definitely change him in front of the rest of his sisters.

Nontheless, Sally checked his diaper and found it wet. "Come on, sweetie, let's get you changed. Ned, could you get me the changing supplies?"

JoJo desperately wanted his dad to change him instead, but Ned went ahead and got the changing pad, a box of wipes, the baby powder, and a dry diaper.

JoJo covered his eyes as Sally took him to the mayoral hallway, where his many sisters were. Ned laid the changing pad on the floor and JoJo was laid down on it.

JoJo needed an escape plan, so he decided to roll over and stand up. As he tried to run away, Ned lifted him up and took him back to the changing pad. This time, Ned held him still as Sally got the changing supplies ready.

As expected, all 96 girls gathered around to watch their "mature" big brother get his diaper changed.

JoJo watched in horror as his mother removed his soaked diaper and took a baby wipe out to clean him up. Hedy toddled over to her mother as Sally rolled up the wet diaper. "Mama, powder?"

"Sure, sweetheart." Sally said as she handed the baby powder to her. Hedy shook the baby powder onto JoJo's bottom, but she used to much. Because JoJo sneezed a few times.

"Okay, Hedy, I think that's enough powder." Sally said as she took the powder away and grasped JoJo's ankles. Sally lifted his bottom up and slid the diaper under him. With care, Sally taped up the diaper and took him in her arms.

JoJo hid his blushing face away from his sisters.

"Let's get dinner started." Sally said as she handed JoJo over to Ned.

As Sally went to the kitchen to cook dinner, JoJo's sisters played with him like he was a baby.

After an hour, Ned took JoJo to his highchair. Sally took over Ned's job feeding JoJo his roast beast. As JoJo was fed, Hedy kept flinging her spoonfuls of peas at his face.

When he finished his food, Sally wiped his face clean and made a bottle of milk. JoJo was forced to drink the milk while his sisters watched.

"Bath time!" Sally exclaimed. All the girls got up and started to head for the bathroom. Harley, the oldest, took JoJo by the hand. "Mommy says I have to give you a bath."

JoJo had no choice but to follow her to the bathroom.

Girls were everywhere! They filled up the tub, and fought.

"Baby JoJo needs bubbles!" Huggy said.

"No, Baby needs his bath toys!" Hula said.

"Let's do both!" Holly said.

With the tub filled with warm water, lots of bubbles, and a mountain of rubber ducks, toy boats, submarines, and an octopus, JoJo's sisters took it upon themselves to remove his diaper and toss him in.

Then came the washing. Hannah washed his hair, Henrietta and Helga held his arms as Harley and Heather washed them, Hula and Hildegard washed his legs and feet, Hippy, Happy, and Hoppy took turns washing his torso, and Holiday took it upon herself to wash her brother's bottom.

After the bath, JoJo was taken out and dried off. The sisters held him down and watched Hannah spread diaper rash cream on his bottom, Harley powder his diaper area, and Henrietta put a clean diaper on him.

JoJo sat up. He was red in the face and furious. "You girls are the worst!"

"Looks like baby brother needs his bottle." Hannah said.

Huggy led JoJo by the hand to the living room. There, a group of twenty girls held him on his back as thirty of them got a bib, and another fourty prepared a bottle.

JoJo felt humiliated as his younger sisters tied a bib around his neck and shoved the bottle in his mouth. He had no choice but the drink it.

Ned and Sally came in and saw their daughters playing baby with their brother.

After the bottle feeding, Ned took him into his arms. "Alright girls, time for bed."

A chorus of awws rang through the house, but at least the torture was over for JoJo. Ned took him to his room and he saw his old bed back. Ned laid him in bed. JoJo reached down and grabbed the waistband of his diaper.

"Ah ah ah." Ned said as he waved a finger. "Keep it on. You've been wetting in your sleep for two weeks now. Just keep it on tonight, to be safe."

JoJo nodded and snuggled in bed. Ned kissed him goodnight and left.

Despite the humiliation JoJo went through, he learned his lesson. Don't act like a baby, and you won't be treated like one.