Jeffery goes to D aycare

A few days before school got out I was so excited. I was 9 at the time and I turned 10 in 2 weeks so I couldn't wait for my birthday. On the last day of school I came home and no one was home so I decided to play with fire. I found a pack of matches and some spray paint and started making a little torch. Well, I was torching the air with the spray can and I didn't realize that I set my parent's bed on fire. A few minutes later the smoke alarms went off and smoke came pouring from the upstairs where my parent’s bed was.

Unfortunately, at the same time my mom and dad were coming in through the front door. I was so scared I wet my pants as the warm pee spread through my pants and dripped on the floor. My mom and dad freaked when they saw the smoke and grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the bed and then came downstairs with a really angry look.

"What the %@#!! were you thinking?!!” My dad said as I started crying.

"It's a good thing we got home in time or this entire house would've been on fire, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I peed my pants," I said carelessly.

My mom said, "You need to stop with the wetting. That's the third time this month. If you keep wetting your pants we'll have to put you in diapers like a baby. Do you want us to do that?”

"No ma'am," I said.

I felt bad as I slept that night because my parents were getting really mad at me and were starting to lose patience with me for every bad thing I keep doing. I woke up the next morning and my mom called me to the couch and dad was there and they said we need to talk.

"Now, your father and I have decided that we are gonna keep you in a daycare all summer". My jaw dropped. "It's a daycare where you spend the night and they keep you all summer and you will start today".

"But mom, that's not fair! I don't need to go to a daycare!"

"Sorry but this is the only way we can keep you out of trouble for the summer so get in the car, Jeffery".

I was really upset because I didn't wanna go to a daycare for the whole summer but I had no choice. When we got there it was a huge building which seemed even bigger once we got inside. My mom signed me in as my dad carried my clothes. After my mom signed me in a woman led us down a long hallway. In the first door was the baby room where babies and toddlers stayed. It smelled like a horrible mix of poop, pee, and baby powder. The next room was the preschool room. In there there were kids who were all 3 to 5. The next room was the big-kid room and that was the room we walked in. There were a few kids my age in there and they were sitting playing Monopoly. My mom kissed me goodbye as I sat and asked if I could play with the kids.

Things went smoothly on Sunday and Monday as all we did was play indoor games but on Tuesday the sun came out so we went outside. We were playing hide-and-go-seek and as I was hiding I had to pee really bad.. I ran towards the daycare but peed my pants on the way there. I left a big puddle near the door of the building but as I walked into the big kid room a staff person stopped me. She said, "Eww you’re 9 years old. You are way too old to wet your pants!" I said, “Sorry, I'll clean it up,” but she took me by the hand to the bathroom. She took off my pissy underwear and pants and said "I'll be back in a second with something; you wait here".

So I waited and she came back 30 seconds later with a Pull-Up in her hand.

"Because you wet your pants you need to be in Pull-Ups for the rest of the day". "If you can go the rest of the day with no more accidents then you can get your underwear back". "But if I come back and the stars are gone you will have to spend more days in Pull-Ups and you'll have to stay in the preschool room".

She opened it up for me to step into but I refused. She said a bit more angrily to step into the Pull-Up but I wouldn't budge. So she picked me up and pulled out the changing table as I kept kicking and struggling. She got me on the table and strapped me on then slid the Pull-Up on me and then put a clean pair of pants on me. I started crying but then thought to myself I can take it off now and put it back on before she checks. She unstrapped me and told me to go play and I did but once she was out of my site I took the Pull-Up off.

Thinking I outsmarted her, at 3:00 I wet myself again. I started crying because if she finds me wet she'll put me back with the preschoolers. So I sprayed myself with the hose outside so they would think I was playing with the hose. I went inside saying, “Can I get some new clothes?” Another woman working there said, "Well, we have to take off your Pull-Up so we can put you in a new one". I gulped. She took me to the bathroom and removed my pants and looked at me in anger.

"You are not going back to the big kids’ room today, and you smell like pee, too!". "Now I'm gonna put another Pull-Up on you and I'll give you one more chance. For the rest of the day you are going to stay in the preschool room and sleep on a mat in here. If you wet yourself again or wet the bed you will be with the preschoolers all day tomorrow."

She cleaned me up and put a new Pull-Up on me and sent me out to play with the preschoolers. The rest of the day I just sat at a table and did nothing until dinner. We ate mini hamburgers and milk and I felt like a preschooler because I had to eat such a small amount of food. Shortly before bed I went to go poop in the bathroom and couldn't wait until tomorrow to get out of the Pull-Ups. I got in to my pajamas as a teacher pulled out a mat and instructed me to lay on it as she gave me a blanket and a pillow.

I woke up next morning and my pajamas were all wet and my mat and blanket was, too. A worker came over and said, "We think you need to stay with the preschoolers longer before you can go back with the big kids.". She took off my pissy pajamas and wet Pull-Up and this time put me in to a Pull-Up that had a Buzz Lightyear design. After she led me out of the bathroom and went in to a closet and came out with some clothes. She told me to raise my arms and she slid a t-shirt over me. At first I thought it was a normal t-shirt that was mine but when I looked down at it, it was a preschool t-shirt with a picture of Buzz Lightyear on it. I immediately tried to take the shirt off but 2 more workers held me in the air and kept my arms and feet still.

The worker holding the rest of the clothes told me "Because you keep wetting your pants you will have to stay in Pull-Ups and preschool clothes until you can go one day without wetting". I started to cry as she slid the pants on me and zipped them up and buttoned it. I looked down and the pants stopped at my ankles and they had Buzz Lightyear designs all over them. I tried to kick but the workers firmly held me in place as they set me down on a table and kept me pinned. The lady with the clothes tucked my shirt in then put white belt on me and locked it with a padlock so I couldn't remove my clothes or Pull-Ups.Then she put Buzz Lightyear design socks on me and Velcro shoes with the same design. Then they let me go and said, “you can go play now.”

I tried to remove my shirt and pants but the belt was on so tight that I couldn't move it. I started crying and went to go find something to do and then they called us for breakfast. Breakfast was oatmeal and we drank juice. I complained that I didn't need a sippy cup and one of them said, “It’s either that or a bottle.” So I drank the juice and went to go play on the little jungle gym.

In an hour I need to go so I asked a teacher to remove my pants and Pull-Ups so I could go. I went to the bathroom and when I came out she said, "Good job, before you know it you will be out of Pull-Ups and you can be a big kid again." She put my clothes back on and I went to go play.

For lunch we had corn dogs and milk and then I played with the puzzles and action figures. 2 hours later I was so occupied with playing that I forgot I had to go and wet my Pull-Up. I tried to avoid the teachers but one of them saw my wet pants and grabbed me by the hand and took me in the bathroom.

"Well, if you can't stay dry then we'll have to keep you in diapers for the rest of the day and if you need to go you can come ask us to remove your diaper". She removed my Pull-Up and pulled out a Luvs diaper size six. I started struggling but she just strapped me down and I just gave up. She lifted my legs and slid the diaper underneath me. Then she sprinkled baby powder over my crotch. Finally she pulled the diaper between my legs and taped up the sides. She slid my pants socks and shoes back on and unstrapped me from the changing table. I started crying because I am 9 years old not 2. She told me as I started walking away, "If you wet your diaper then we will put you in the baby room and then you can stay in diapers for 3 days and sleep in a crib and eat in a highchair".

For dinner we had pizza and juice and I went number one and two before bed. I asked for my PJ's and she went in and brought out pajamas and undressed me. She took me in the bathroom and put me in night time disposable diapers and then told me to step into my pajamas. I stepped in and looked down and realized that the pajamas had Elmo design on them and they had feet. So I quickly stepped back out and complained that I'm not wearing baby pajamas. She grabbed me and forced me into the pajamas and when she zipped them up they zipped in the back so I couldn't remove it and I started crying. The mat now had a rubber sheet and was kind of like a small crib. She laid me in there and I slowly went to sleep.

I woke up in the morning and she let me out and took off my pajamas. She changed me into Huggies diapers size 6 and dressed me in Elmo coveralls with snaps in the crotch for easy diaper changes. At breakfast we ate pancakes and milk. I asked one of the teachers to remove my diaper so I could pee and went to pee. She put my clothes back on and I went to go play with a few toys on the ground.

In a few hours we ate lunch which was McDonald’s. I went to the bathroom later by asking a teacher to remove my diaper. At dinner we ate spaghetti and after that I went to go play with some stuffed animals. I didn't realize I needed to poop so poop started going into my diaper without me knowing it. After a little while I stood up and felt the poop mash against my butt and I started crying. A teacher came by to see why I was crying and said, "Aww did poor baby poop his diaper well lets go change him."

She changed me and put me in to thick cloth diapers that were so thick I couldn't bring my knees together. I asked, “Why are my diapers so thick?” and she said, "Well, because you pooped your pants you’re gonna sleep in a crib and stay with the babies until we think your ready to be potty trained.”

I started to cry so she put a pacifier in my mouth so I spit it out. Then she got a different pacifier that strapped around my head so I couldn't spit it out. She brought a baby blanket sleeper that zipped up in the back and got me into it. The sleeper was a light blue and was a little small for me so It made my knees bend. Because my diapers were so thick and my sleepers were small she carried me to a crib and said, “Sweet dreams, baby.” After she left I tried to stand up but the sleeper was too small and I gave up. I cried myself to sleep that night.

The next morning she lifted me out of the crib and I was wet so she changed me in to some cloth diapers that had Sesame Street designs on them. She then put me in to a playsuit with Sesame street designs on them and took me to a highchair for breakfast. I was spoon-fed baby peaches and then she put me in the playpen with other babies. I just sat there and tried to stand up but the playsuit was too small and then I tried to crawl around but it was hard because my diapers were so big. So I just played with a few baby toys. I had to poop and started crying to get a teachers attention. A teacher came and said, "Aww did baby poop his pants?" I was confused until she lifted me up and I felt the poo on my butt. I just pooped without knowing it.

At lunch I ate mushed peas and drank milk from a bottle. Then she put me back in the playpen and played with the baby toys again. I wet myself and messed myself and then they changed me and put me in the high chair for dinner. After dinner I wet myself and messed myself and she changed me into very thick cloth nighttime diapers. These diapers were like 3 times as thick as the ones I wore last night I couldn’t move my knees at all. Then she slid plastic pants over them so I would crinkle all night. She dressed me in a nursery print baby sleeper and gave me a bottle and I went to sleep for the night.