Chapter 25: Brothers Unite
Over the next few weeks, Carl had been spending his afternoons with Marvin, Max and Alvin. He was starting to get into being in diapers with them and he got used to the daily baby treatment, including being diapered of course, being fed and drinking from a bottle. He got in on the Internet chat sessions and looking at diaper websites. He even got into taking afternoon naps with the other boys, sharing Marvin's crib with Alvin while Marvin joined Max in his crib. Mitchell still couldn't figure out where his brother was disappearing to every day after school. He came home at about the same time each evening, just before their parents were due home, so he knew he would have a few hours to himself. He decided to do some detective work to figure out just what his brother is hiding. He went up into Carl's treehouse and looked around for clues on why he had been spending so much of his time up there when he was home. He spotted the box in which Carl had kept his secret belongings. The box was locked, upon further investigation he saw that the lock can easily be defeated by unscrewing the screws from the hinge. He returned to the treehouse having retrieved a screwdriver from the garage. He carefully twisted the screws loose and removed the latch freeing the lid. Just as he lifted the lid off, his nose was greeted by the sweet scent of baby diaper fragrances which he thought was unusual even before he realised what was in the box.
"What the heck?" he muttered stunned.
He was expecting to find something like cigarettes, beer and most of all as far as he was concerned, porno magazines. He was quite surprised to see that this box contained a package of baby diapers. He then picked up the stack of papers that had been stuffed into the bottom of the box. He looked at the printouts and quickly read through them.
"No way, diaper stories on boys wearing diapers, wow this is odd".
He located the printouts of the email messages that Carl had been getting through his "Closet Baby" name.
"Closet Baby what in the world?"
He continued to pry more into his brother's personal and private life. He read several exchanges of email correspondence between him and Alvin as well as Marvin and Max.
"Ah hah, Alvin!" he thought to himself. He read the printout with Alvin's story, which described the bicycle accident, a moment he was familiar with. He felt no remorse when he realised that Alvin injured his bladder and had to start wearing diapers as a result of it. He thought it was funny, in fact. He was especially amused by the photos that Carl had printed of Alvin posing in his diapers. He also recognised the pictures of Marvin in his diapers too and he had seen Max several times at school as well.
He had a good lead on his brother's whereabouts. He put everything away just as he found them in the box and he replaced the hinge on the box. Just as he started to come down from the treehouse, he looked off in the distance and he could see several boys playing in the back yard at Alvin's house.
"Hmm could it be? One, two, three, four boys in diapers, hmm I'll have to get a better look".
He hopped on his bike and raced down the hill. He coasted into the alley and came to a stop just before getting to Alvin's house. The same dog that had barked at Carl before was now barking at him. Alvin knew that the dog next door always barked when someone came past through the alley, but as most people usually kept going, he figured that it was just some kid on his bike. Little did he or the others know who this particular kid on his bike was and that he didn't keep going past like the others did. Mitchell got himself away from the dog and he quietly walked over to the gate. He peeked through the crack and saw his own brother donning diapers along with Alvin and the other boys.
"No way, I can't believe it", he thought, excited over what he had just found out about his brother as well as some of the other boys at school that he felt were inferior to him.
He went back home, again stirring the dog's attention as he headed back to the street and back up the hill.
Later on after Carl returned home, he greeted him and he tried to act like he didn't know anything about what he had found out, but he was a little suspicious. He seemed to be unusually friendly and not his usual obnoxious self. In fact, everybody seemed to be in an unusually good mood that evening, even the boys' father in spite of the fact that he had a big proposal to submit to his boss the following morning. The setting was more like a scene out of "Leave it to Beaver" than "The Wonder Years".
"Good news, dear", Lorraine said to her husband. "Marlene transferred so I'm finally on the early shift!"
"That's good, honey, maybe you can start spending more time with the boys like they need you to".
The family sat around the dinner table and they had a good meal and for once Mitchell didn't say a word to Carl. It seemed like such a refreshing change for everyone, that maybe he had miraculously turned over a new leaf. Everyone except for Carl that is as he knew was too good to be true. He could sense his brother was up to something. After Carl finished his dinner, he went into the bathroom to take his shower. This was the moment Mitchell had been waiting for.
"Mom, can I show you something I found under Carl's bed?"
"Okay, but may I ask what you were doing in his room in the first place?"
"I smelled something in there and I went in to try to find out what it was".
"What, do you think he's been smoking or something?"
"Let me show you", Mitchell said as he led his mother into the room. He took her to the bed and pointed out the diapers that he had planted there. Mitchell grabbed one of the wet diapers and showed it to her. "I think Carl's been wearing these", he said.
His mother was surprised to see them, "Hmm well, maybe Carl's been wetting the bed and he was too ashamed to tell us".
"I don't think so Mom. He would've been wetting a long time ago and we would have known about it by now. I think he's just been wearing them".
"Okay, so maybe he is, but he could be having problems and he's ashamed to tell us about it so I'd lay off your brother if I were you".
"Aw, Mom! I really doubt he's really wetting the bed".
"Well, whatever the case may be, Mitchell, they're his diapers so why do you care?"
"I wanted you to see them that's all, I think Carl's got a problem if he wants to wear diapers like this and he needs help".
"Well, at least it's not drugs".
At that moment Carl came out from the bathroom in just his underwear. He was surprised to see that his mother and Mitchell were both standing in his room. He knew the gig was up and he was found out, thinking fast he could feign a medical issue to keep them. Carl saw that one of the Pampers he used was lying flat on his bed.
"Carl, what's with the diapers?" his mother asked him.
Carl was speechless. He turned red and he looked at Mitchell.
"I don't know", he said confused and afraid of what might happen.
"I found this under your bed, can you tell me why you're wearing them?"
Carl still speechless and he was shaking like a leaf, his mother saw this and dragged the diaper aside and guided her son to sitting. She sat with him.
"Mitchell, could you leave us two to talk in private?"
"Sure", he said as he walked out.
"You better not be listening in, Mitchell", she warned as she heard him go back to the living room.
Once satisfied that they were alone, she took her son's hand in her own.
"I'm not mad at you, I'm just concerned and confused as to why you had this diaper under your bed and used, why were you wearing it? Take your time".
Carl took a moment to formulate a reason, internally he smirked in his mind as he knew Mitchell had set him up, all he had to do was play it cool and convince his mother otherwise.
He breathed slowly and shakily, "I have a problem with my bladder".
His mother visibly sighed with relief that it was an actual problem and not something odd, "Okay, when did this begin?"
"It started in Spring Break".
"That's fairly recent, exactly when during Spring Break did it start happening?"
Carl sighed, "When Dad had me and Mitchell clean the garage out, I peed myself whilst sweeping up".
His mother nodded, "Hmm I remember that, you came in and got changed, but has it been going on after that".
"Yeah Mom, I wet myself a few times, before going to the store on my bike to buy some protection you know", Carl started tearing up, "I'm sorry, I should've told you".
His mother pulled him into a hug, "It's okay, Carl, I should've been at home more so that I could've picked up on it".
He buried his face into her shoulder as he sobbed, she comforted him.
"Look, I don't know what Mitchell was doing, but I'm glad he showed me the diaper because now I can support you in this matter".
"I think he was trying to embarrass me, or get me into trouble".
"Hmm that does sound like him, don't worry, if he tries to have a dig at you about this, I'll make him pay".
"Does Dad have to know?"
"Not yet, I'll only tell him with your permission okay?"
"Okay Mom".
"Now, what shall we do about this? Hmm okay, this might sound like a strange question, but when you pee, do you know that you are going?"
"Sometimes I do, but I can't stop".
"Okay", she scratched her chin in thought, 'sensory loss'.
"How about before, do you have sensation of having a full bladder?"
He sighed and shook his head.
"Hmm interesting, this has just happened at Spring Break?"
"Yeah, at Spring Break".
"Wow that is unusual, would you be okay with having a doctor's appointment to make sure nothing is seriously wrong?"
"Sure, Mom, can I still wear well protection?" asked Carl nervously.
"Of course Carl, we'll get to the bottom of this".
"Thanks Mom, I feel better about it".
"Do you want me to talk to Mitchell and make him know not to tease you?"
"No it's alright I think I can take him".
"Okay, this stays between you and me unless you say otherwise".
"Right thanks Mom".
"No problem".
"Where are your other diapers?"
"They're in the treehouse, oh I think Mitchell compromised my secret and now he can use it against me".
"Not on my watch he won't, it's an embarrassing issue and I sympathise with you on this, he won't get off lightly for it either. Come on go get the rest of them so that I know what to get you if you start to get low".
"I could pay for them", he offered.
"Diapers are expensive. No I can't let you deal with this on your own I'll pay for them".
"Thank you Mom".
She walked out to the living room to talk to Mitchell while Carl just sat on his bed with an exhausted sigh. He got into his pyjamas and thankfully for him, the weather was kind that night as he ventured out to his treehouse and got the rest of his Pampers that he had stored in his secret box, as he did, he saw the screwdriver on the floor. He tutted, "He now knows it's backfired now".
He come back in and put his diapers in his underwear drawer out of sight and since he has his mothers' approval that it's a medical problem, he could wear one for protection reasons. He put one on and covered it with underwear that he was wearing. It looked discrete and nobody would know that he was wearing one.
Their mother approached Mitchell who was sitting in the living room with Carl and she wanted him there too, to defend him if he tried anything.
"Can I speak to him about what we discussed?"
"If you want Mom, it'll be better out in the open".
Mitchell looked confused, "What do you mean?"
His mother sat across from him, "I don't know what your intention was Mitchell, but I would stop the dramatics right now, why did you want me to be drawn to Carl's diapers?"
"You want the truth?"
"Ideally yes, we did raise two honest boys I hope".
"Truthfully, I did not know about the used diaper under Carl's bed, but I did know of his stash up in treehouse".
"Okay that's fair enough, it collaborates well with Carl's explanation, but I must be frank with you Mitchell, that was private property of your brother and whatever motive you had to find out about his issue was not acceptable. From our conversation, Carl explained why he had them in the first place".
"Which is?"
Their mother looked at Carl who was visibly breathing slowly to what his brothers' reaction is, but nodded for her to answer, "Carl informed me that he has a problem with his bladder where he can't tell when he is going and not being able to stop it".
"What, no you can't be serious, he wouldn't have that problem, he had other stuff up there too", Mitchell said as he shook his head in disbelief.
"You saw his reaction to us being in his room, why on earth would he make it up? He's embarrassed Mitchell and you will do best to support him in this matter!"
"Sorry Mom".
Carl looked at his brother and saw his sincerity, but he couldn't let him go, "what were you doing up there? What were you doing going through my stuff for?"
"Yes those are good questions, so Mitchell what were you looking for, really?"
"I thought he had girlie mags or pot or something, you're always up there".
"Carl, you don't have any of that, do you?"
"No Mom, I don't do pot and I don't have anything you don't approve of in terms of drugs and alcohol".
"Okay, good thank goodness, what do you have up there, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I was on the Internet, searching for ways to cope with the problem I have and I come across some stories to help me see I'm not the only one who has the problem so I printed these out and they're in my private box, along with some people around here who I've emailed back and forth with advice and guidance on the issue, nothing kinky".
"Sounds like a fair explanation, anything to add Mitchell?"
Mitchell sat there in shock that his brother pulled one on him at least countered perfectly his plan and turned it against him, but he had one last tactic, if he could get out of this one, he's screwed on his plan, "yeah I have one last thing to add, why do you have pictures of Alvin, Marvin and Max in their diapers?"
Carl visibly cringed and mouthed, 'crap'.
"That's interesting, Mitchell, that does sound odd to me, Carl, care to explain?"
"Eh, ok I admit to having pictures of the three boys he mentions donning diapers in poses, but it's nothing weird and I'm not going to use them to blackmail them, they're for my own personal use to feel like I'm not the only one".
"Okay, while that doesn't satisfy my question, it doesn't sound malicious".
"Why were you at Alvin's house this afternoon and where were you going the past few weeks after school?"
"Uh come on Mitch, give up already, I was going to my friends' house and they all decided to go to Alvin's this afternoon, why is that an issue exactly?"
"You were donning diapers with them. That's why!"
"To come to terms with my problem and that I had support in this matter, I didn't know how you'd react Mom so I was reluctant to come talk to you since you were at work all the time".
"Okay, here's where I stand on your argument, Mitchell you're obviously looking to get Carl into trouble, but on the basis of his explanations for his private life, you actually have no grounds that Carl is actually doing anything wrong, he just wants to feel accustomed to his situation which I respect. Carl, thank you for being honest and open with your explanations, I see no reason to punish you for having a private life as long as it's not drugs or alcohol, perhaps when you turn twenty one then I might relax on the alcohol part, but I won't tolerate drugs, okay?"
Carl nodded, "Okay I promise not to underage drink or do drugs".
"Right, now Mitchell, I'd like some explanation as to why you thought I'd take your side and think that Carl was acting out?"
"I thought he had a psychological issue that needed addressing".
"I know people have their kinks, Mitch, but you can't invade their private belongings without their permission! When will you two ever get along honestly? Always a game with you two, who can outdo the other? For going into Carl's stuff without his permission, Mitchell, you're grounded for a week and for trying to pull a fast one on Carl when he was least expecting it, I'll give you a second week. Carl I know your grades aren't the best, but I guess having this on your mind didn't help, how about when I come home early in the afternoons, I help you get your grades up".
"That would be good, thanks Mom".
"As for you Mitchell, your grades aren't great either and you can't afford to be held back another year. So I will also help get those up, but the punishment still stands, so there will be no TV, no Internet and no computer games, understood?"
"Yes Mom".
"Good".
Carl left the room to go back into his room and sit at his desk with the lamp on, he looked back and saw the used diaper that he left on his bed.
"Crap, I need to dispose of this", he muttered as he took a carrier bag and taped the diaper up and put in the carrier bag.
He discretely disposed it in the trash. The two boys went to bed afterwards. Carl lay awake and thought about his explanation and what that could entitle over the next few weeks as his mom will investigate with the doctors to figure out his problem. He knew he had to keep to the alibi that he didn't feel any sensation or anything. He fell asleep and felt good in his diaper under his pyjama bottoms.
The next morning, after their mother had gone to work, the boys' father woke them up. A task that he never done before and not been responsible for getting his kids to school until today. He had already been up for a half an hour to look over his proposal before printing it. Carl didn't count on his father's method of waking him. Without warning, his father came into his bedroom and clicked on the light. He walked over to Carl's bed and yanked off all of the sheets.
"Up and at 'em! Carl!" he shouted.
"Ok Dad, I'm awake".
"Good, good, I'll just wake your lazy brother, I already yelled at him once and I believe he's grounded for something already so he better cooperate this morning".
Carl went to the bathroom upon waking and managed to get there on time, he got dressed and went downstairs for a quick breakfast as his father fast walked around the house to get himself ready for work.
"Mitchell! I will not yell at you again! Get the hell up! Geez! I have an important meeting to get to and get you to school!"
"Ok, ok sorry Dad", Mitchell called from his room as his father grumbled.
Carl had everything ready, five minutes before he needed to leave and sat in the car with the garage door open with one of the keys in the car waiting on Mitchell and his father. His father came out and he saw the door was open.
"Who opened the door?"
"I did, Dad", Carl replied to an affectionate nod from his father.
"Thanks son that saves us some time", said his father gratefully, but quickly sighed, "where's Mitchell?"
"Here Dad".
"Hurry up, where were you?"
"Using the bathroom, Dad, I needed to go".
"Fine, fine, let's go".
He drove out the garage, while Carl pressed the key to close it again as they headed to school. Although he saved his father a bit of time, his father still acted like he was in a hurry with Carl nervously clutching the newspaper as he watch his father zip through traffic. Carl could tell already that this was not going to be a good day.
Mitchell's toileting issues had only begun that day. He thought that the trip to the bathroom at last minute would be the only time he would need to go number two for a while, but during the course of the day at school, he felt his bowels acting up again. He hoped to avoid using the school bathrooms and that he would make it until he got home from school. He always managed to do it this way ever since kindergarten.
By the time the final hour of the day was counting down, he could not hold it in much longer. He sat in his classroom with his legs as tightly crossed as he could get them. He couldn't imagine that this may be the first time ever he would have to use the school bathrooms for number two. Instead it ended up being the first time he would not make it at all and as a result, he had his first in-class in-pants accident. It was a small spew that he managed to stop before it fully flooded his pants, but it was enough to soak his jeans and create a nauseating odour. Everybody sitting around him knew what he had done. The sound of his wet, loud fart gave him away as did the smell. Soon the whole class was teasing him. Many students were glad to see him suffer such embarrassment after he had harassed so many of them. The teacher could not bring the class to order as they laughed at him, now crying from embarrassment. His teacher excused him and told him to see the school nurse so that she could assist him. Still crying from humiliation, he walked into the nurse's office, where he was immediately greeted by the nurse and taken into the private room.
"I had a little accident", he shyly said to the nurse as he sniffled.
"Oh dear, well, take your pants off and let's clean you up", she said nicely, but professionally.
She handed him a tissue to dry his tears and blow his nose. He looked up at her as she waited for him to remove his pants. She could see that he was shy about doing this, but she assured him that she deals with these matters on a daily basis, particularly with boys. He then started to take his pants off. His underwear was completely soaked in diarrhoea and it was stained brown throughout the entire seat of his once white briefs. His pants were still wearable in spite of having caught mostly the dampness that had soaked his briefs. Within a few minutes the nurse had him cleaned up. He shyly asked if she had a bathroom in her quarters he could use to finish. She directed him to a toilet that was behind another door in the room. He went into the small room which was barely big enough for the toilet. He relieved himself fully and all he could think about was how much worse it could've been if he couldn't stop himself in time. When he returned to her, he was surprised to see that she had a diaper ready to put on him.
"Are you going to make me wear that?"
"Well, I don't supply extra pairs of underwear, just diapers since sometimes the kids who have to wear them here sometimes run out or forget to bring them and you may need one with your condition right now".
"My mom will pick me up soon", he protested. "I don't need to wear a diaper".
"It's all I have for you to wear and besides, won't this be more comfortable than having your cold, wet jeans pressing up against your bottom?"
He groaned to she sympathised, "Just be glad you don't have to wear them all the time".
He had no choice, but to let her diaper him.
After he was diapered, he put his pants back on. He heard the diaper crinkling and crackling with each step he took. He tried to walk slowly and minimise his leg movement, but his diaper could not be quieted enough to avoid detection. He walked into the classroom and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone as just about everyone was staring at him. The room was so quiet that his diaper could be heard underneath his pants. He returned to his seat located three desks back in the second row from the left side of the classroom and hoped the remaining fifteen minutes would pass quickly. He folded his arms on his desk and buried his head, unable to face his classmates. He didn't realise that his shirt had ridden up and that the diaper he had on was showing above his pants. A girl in the back of the leftmost row saw the diaper poking up from his pants. She then whispered to the boy in front of her.
"Mitchell's wearing a diaper, pass it on".
The boy looked at Mitchell and confirmed that he had a diaper on. He passed the message on and Mitchell oblivious to all of this activity going on around him. When the message made it to the second row and it got to Mitchell's desk, the girl in front of him got out of her chair and told the boy behind her and continued to pass the message until it made it two thirds of the way around the classroom.
"All right! What is everyone whispering to each other?!"
"Uh, Mitchell's wearing a diaper, pass it on?" spoke one kid.
The entire class burst into laughter. Mitchell started crying again.
"Enough! I will not tolerate this behaviour!"
The teacher excused Mitchell again and she told him he could wait in the school office until the bell rang. She gave the rest of the class two extra reading assignments to punish them for their behaviour.
Just within the few minutes during which the students gathered outside to board their buses, the message had quickly spread about Mitchell's pants pooping incident. Alvin, Marvin and Max had heard about it, much to their delight as they were all aware of his antics and his bullying behaviour. They were expecting Carl to join them on their bus. They were hoping to find out more about Mitchell. Carl never showed up and they all wondered what had happened to their friend. The other boys went to Alvin's house to do their homework and play around in their diapers all afternoon like they had been doing over the past few months.
Meanwhile, Carl and Mitchell were picked up by their mother. All the kids who knew Mitchell and who knew what happened to him stared at him and laughed as he walked to his mother's car. Mitchell got into the front seat of the car and slammed the door behind him. He was crying. Carl took the back seat.
"So how was your day?"
"Terrible!" Mitchell said with tears streaming down his face. He had ducked down in the seat to get himself out of view.
"What happened?" his mother asked.
"I had an accident in class and everyone was laughing at me! I pooped my pants!"
His mother saw that he was wearing a diaper underneath his pants.
"Is that a diaper I see?"
"The nurse put it on me".
"What were you seeing the nurse for?"
"Uh, to clean me up".
"How did you have this accident anyway?"
"I had an upset tummy this morning and Dad rushed us out, I tried to hold it until I got home".
"I suppose that can't be helped, but you should consider going at school in future, anyway I need to go to the bank, the post office and drop off some shirts and pants at the dry cleaning, you may as well tag along".
The two boys sat silently as they waited for their mother to drive around and take care of her errands. While Mitchell was sitting in the car, he felt himself starting to like wearing the diaper he had on. The thick bulk between his legs had a nice feel to it. He was beginning to understand why Carl might like wearing them. The first stop was at the bank. Their mother had to go inside to take care of several transactions and she expected to be in there for several minutes. To keep the boys from fighting, she had Mitchell go inside with her while Carl stayed out in the car. She left the keys so that he could listen to the radio. Carl however left it silent with the ignition off as he sat looking over his homework assignment for the night. He looked up and saw his Mom and his brother coming out of the bank.
"You're not blaring out the radio? Hmm that's a first".
"Uh, there was nothing good on any of the stations".
The next stop was the post office. This time she took the keys with her to get some packages out of the trunk that she was going to mail. She had Carl go with her this time. She reached for two large parcels to be shipped.
When they got to the dry cleaning place, the boys complained about having to go in with their mother since they especially hated being there more than they did the bank or the post office. They both wanted to stay in the car.
"Alright, can I trust you boys not to fight?"
"Yeah", they both said in unison.
"Right, I won't be long in here", she said as she went back to the trunk to grab the shirts that she needed to have done. "I'd better not hear one report of any fighting when I get back!"
The two boys sat in the car and listened to the awkward silence that surrounded them. Mitchell sat still and concentrated on the way his diaper felt between his legs. A minute or so later he was curious.
"Can I ask you a question?" he asked his brother.
"You just did, you just asked me a question just now".
"Smart ass!" he grumbled.
"Sorry, I got that one from Alvin".
"Why were you wearing diapers? I just want to know".
Carl was slow to answer the question since he didn't want to talk about diapers to his brother whom he didn't trust, but at the same time though he was afraid that he and Mitchell would get into a fight if he didn't answer.
"Come on, tell me why you were wearing them. I promise I won't tell anyone".
"Yeah, I've heard that one before".
"Carl, really I won't!"
This surprised him as he had never seen Mitchell like this.
"Why do you want to know? I have problems feeling the urge to pee that's all".
"Carl, come on, I'll keep your secret, is it because they feel good?"
"Well yeah I think they do and uh I kind of like how they look too. There are other things I like about them too".
He nodded in agreement, saying nothing back to Carl. Carl began to become suspicious of his brother's motive and questioned his brother's curiosity.
"You're just going to blab to everyone, aren't you?"
"No! I won't, Carl! I know I've been mean to you and I can understand your reasons not to trust me! Just give me a chance just this once!"
"Okay, but why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"
"I want to call a truce".
Carl's jaw dropped. He wondered if his mother had picked up the right boy from school. "You serious about this?"
"Absolutely, I'm burying the hatchet, I want to apologise to you for being such a dickhead".
"Okay", Carl said, still in shock over his brother's sudden resolve to improve his relations with him. "Well, I'm sorry too for everything I did".
At that moment their mother came back out to the car. "Did you boys get along while I was gone?"
"Yes we did", Carl said proudly.
"Huh, well ok, let's uh head home I guess", their mother said in disbelief.
Back at Carl's house, the boys were sent inside and told to do their homework first thing. They weren't even allowed to go back to their rooms for anything nor to grab snacks. Their mother was adamant about this.
"What if I have to go to the bathroom?" Carl asked.
"Yes, you can use the bathroom, but I understand your issue, so if you do use your diaper then it's fine and I will book an appointment with the family doctor as soon as I have done some things around the house, oh and Mitchell, go take off that diaper before you start your homework".
Mitchell sighed as Carl looked on with sadness. He went into his room and took his pants off. He needed to pee some more, so he decided to just let the rest of it go into his diaper. He felt the warm rush of pee flowing around his crotch. He looked down at the front of his diaper and watched it expand as he filled it up. He hadn't noticed the wetness indicator stripes that were on the diaper until they changed colour. He was getting to like have the diaper on as it felt good. He looked at himself in the mirror behind his bedroom door and thought he looked cute wearing the diaper. Suddenly, his mother hollered from outside his closed door.
"Mitch! Come out here and get going on your homework!"
"Be right there!" he disposed of his diaper after he put on his underwear and a pair of shorts. He joined Carl at the table and started working on assignments that he should have started the previous week.
About half an hour later, his mother asked Mitchell what he had done with the diaper.
"In the trash", he replied.
"Okay good, Carl, can I speak to you in the kitchen?"
"Okay", said Carl as he got up from the table.
He wandered to the kitchen and they sat down, "Okay, Carl, I have made an appointment with Dr O'Neil, this Thursday at nine in the morning. I booked the day off as I was owed that for covering a shift so it's set".
"Okay, that's fine".
"Is everything okay at the moment? No issues with needed changes or anything?"
"No, everything is fine, but if there is something wrong, you'll get me some more, won't you?"
"Of course Carl", his mother nodded.
"Okay thanks Mom".
"Right, back to your homework then Carl", his mother told him.