    The Keith Barnet Story

    Part 1

    I got up one morning and I ran down the hall to my mom’s room and
    opened the door and scream. “I didn’t wet my bed!” I exclaimed, but she
    wasn’t in there. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I tripped
    and fell to the bottom and hit my head. I felt kind of dizzy but I
    wasn’t going to tell my mom about it, so I got up and went to the
    bathroom. As I came back down the stairs with a baseball cap to cover
    the bump she jumped out and said, “Happy Birthday!” to me really loud
    and I jumped.

    “Keith, you got a big game today and you’re turning five. How does that
    make you feel?” I thought I was king of the world to myself. Then she
    reached down and felt my Pull-Up, which was now wet because she scared
    me.

    “Keith, did you pee your bed?” she asked me.

    “No, mom, you scared me, I promise.”

    She looked at me kind of like she wasn’t believing it with a sarcastic
    eye. She said, “We’ll get you cleaned up after we eat.” I said, “Okay,”
    and ran to the table.

    “Hey, Keith, can you get me the jelly and the eggs?” my Mom asked me. I
    got the eggs for her from the refrigerator, but I couldn’t find the
    jelly. I asked mom where it was.

    “It’s in the pantry”, she said. I went to the pantry and opened the
    door. I didn’t know it at this time, but my dad had flown in the night
    before from across seas. I opened the door and he jumped out. “Boo!” I
    fell backwards and ht my head.

    “Keith, are you okay? Keith? Get up! Oh my God, baby! Keith, wake up!”

    I seemed to not be able to move or open my eyes as I lay there trying
    to show my mom that I was okay. My head hurt even worse now than it did
    before. I couldn’t move yet, so I fell back asleep, which I really
    shouldn’t have done. I woke up about five hours later by the look on my
    clock. My room smelled bad.  It smelled like poop again. I decided I
    would go get my mom and tell her that I was okay, but then I realized I
    was in a playpen. I started to scream because I couldn’t get out, and
    then it fell over. I ran for my life as the playpen got up and chased
    me. I ran over to the door but it was locked! *Click!* *Click!* I
    jerked and pulled, no budge.  I ran to the window but it would not
    open, either. I felt scared as the playpen was about to eat me!

    Then I woke up sweating in my bed, realizing what a horrible nightmare
    I just had. I looked around making sure I was not in a crib. I got up
    and felt a massive bunch between my legs and I heard a crinkle. I
    looked down and saw that I was wearing a diaper! I hid my face in the
    pillow and cried so that my mom wouldn’t hear me, but she did and she
    came up. She looked at me feeling all miserable and asked me if I
    needed to be changed.

    “No, I’m not a baby! Leave me alone!” I yelled and I put my head back
    down on the pillow. I felt something touch my rear end. Then it was
    slightly pulled up towards my back part of my body and then I felt the
    diaper touch my skin again. My mom left and came back with a diaper and
    baby wipes.

    “No!” I screamed. “I don’t need diapers! I’m five!”

    She looked at me and said, “Honey, I know you don’t need them, but just
    in case of another accident...”

    “I’m not going to!” I pleaded. I put my face back in the pillow and
    rolled over. She told me something but I wasn’t listening.

    “Roll over, unless you want to stay in a pooped diaper all day.” It
    didn’t bother me, though. She faintly got up and left me there alone. I
    cried myself to sleep.

    I was soon awakened by an uncomfortable feeling of wetness around me.
    My diaper had leaked and I tried to get up. I realized that I couldn’t
    because the leakage would get on everything. I sat there crying some
    more and my mom came back in.

    “Oh honey, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to, but your diaper is
    leaking and I think we should get it changed.” I sobbed even more
    loudly trying to ignore her, but it did no good. She rolled me over on
    my back and she picked me up and saw me on the floor. I tried to get
    away but she wouldn’t let go of me.

    “No kid of mine is going to go running throughout the house leaking
    poop everywhere!” she said in an angry voice. I wanted to get away, but
    I knew I couldn’t, no matter how hard I had tried. She said she
    couldn’t change me moving like that, so she put me down on my old
    diaper bed. I tried to move but she had me strapped down and I felt my
    butt lift up as she took the diaper off and walked downstairs to put it
    in the trashcan. I tried to get loose but she had me tight. I couldn’t
    budge, so I gave up and waited. Then I noticed that I was peeing. I
    freaked out trying to stop it, but I couldn’t. My mom got up there
    looking at me and sighed very loudly and asked me what happened. My mom
    got up there looking at me and sighed very loudly and asked me what
    happened.

    “I don’t know. I was just laying here and I started to pee. I tried to
    stop it but I couldn’t. I swear, mommy!”

    “Never swear, Keith Junior Barnet, or I’ll wash your mouth out with a
    whole bar of soap.”

    “Yes, ma’am,” I said.

    She said, “I’m sorry, honey, but I know you didn’t mean to. I’m just
    asking you to wear this for me, please? If you don’t wet it all day you
    don’t have to wear it tomorrow or to the game tonight.”

    She put the diaper on me after cleaning me up and she said, “behave.” I
    ran downstairs where I found my father.

    “Look, the baby’s up,” he said.

    “I’m not a baby,” I said. He laughed and said, “okay” in a sarcastic
    voice and picked me up. He had me do a helicopter over him. He asked me
    if I wanted to go play football. I said yes and I ran into my room and
    got my pads. He sighed and said “no, just the ball, we’re going to play
    pass.”

    “Oh,” I sighed, because now I had to carry the pads back up the stairs.
    When I finally got back down I was exhausted and we went outside with
    my orange and blue Nerf football. We tossed it back and forth almost
    all day and then I ran in, My mom asked me if I peed myself. I didn’t
    really know. I said no, but she checked and I did more than pee; I also
    pooped. She sighed.

    “I thought we potty trained you,” sighed my dad. I was now trying to
    keep from crying and I was very embarrassed. Mom took me upstairs and
    put me on the changing table.

    “I don’t have to strap you down this time, do I?” Mom asked me.

    I said “no” very weirdly and shyly and she smiled and said, “right when
    you thought you had it all.” I began to cry again. My mom looked at me
    and asked me what was wrong. I said, “this is my worst birthday ever!”
    She tried to comfort me, but she just changed me and said it would be
    okay.

    “I promise, you still get a sleepover tonight.”

    “What if I poop myself when everyone is here? They won’t think I’m cool
    anymore.”

    Part 2

    “You’re cool to me,” my dad said as he walked in the door. “And I bet
    none of your friends have a 7’2” dad that has really cool clothes and
    guns.”

    “You got guns?” I asked my dad.

    “Yes, but they’re not for kids.”

    My dad picked me up and looked at me and smiled.

    “You’ve gotten lots heavier in the six months I’ve been gone.”

    “Mommy told me you got shot and might die.”

    “Oh, that,” he said as he picked up his pant leg revealing little red
    scars and this big, round pink spot. I looked at it with amazement and
    asked, “Did it hurt?”

    “Yes, a lot, and I lived through it, so if they tease you, even if it
    hurts you’ll live. Plus, you still got the coolest daddy.”

    I smiled and he went to his room and came back out with a shell (4
    guns) and showed it to me. He said it was the one that went into his
    leg. I hugged my dad and ran downstairs and back up them because I
    forgot why I went down there, somehow.

    I was in a room getting dressed for the game when I noticed my diaper
    was yellow at the front. I didn’t want to show mom, but as soon as I
    got down there in my black baseball pants and my red socks and cleats
    she knew I had used my diaper and pulled my pants back up in front of
    dad. I felt so embarrassed. My dad smiled and said. “You know what,
    Keith? I was once in diapers.”

    I said, “Really?”. He said, “Yes, but I was like three. Other than the
    fact I wet my bed until the age of six.”

    “So you mean I might grow to be 7’2”?” He said, “Maybe. Let’s hope not
    any time soon.”

    My mom said, “you used it again,” and she lay me down on the floor and
    changed me right in front of my dad.

    “Keith, what’s wrong? I changed you more than your mom has. She used to
    work while I stayed home on my laptop taking care of you and doing CPU
    work for the military.” I didn’t know what he meant, but it sounded
    cool.

    My mom said, “Keith, will you at least try to get to the restroom?” I
    looked at the floor and said, “I *do* try! I don’t want to wear
    diapers; they’re for babies.”

    “Well, let’s get you to the game. I don’t want you to be late, and
    plus, your team needs you. You’re the only one that can run fast enough
    to beat your own hit to first base.”

    I ran up to the team after mom changed me in the car and said, “What
    time is it?”

    “Game time!” they chanted. I said, “What time is it?”

    “Game time!”

    “When?”

    “Now!”

    We all started jumping up and down and I put my hands in the middle.

    “One! Two! Three! Go Wasps!”

    We ran out onto the field and since I have Barnet for a last name I got
    to bat after Abeyta, who is somewhat good. He hit one to the pitcher
    who was playing in the dirt. He picked it up and threw  it. It rolled
    half the way by the time the first baseman got it. Abeyta was on third
    base running home. “Safe!” the umpire cried. It was my turn. I had to
    make this one look good. I pulled the bat back and swung it hard.

    “Strike one!”

    I pulled the bat back again and eyed the ball and I swung it even
    harder. I hit it up really high. I ran and I thought I was the fastest
    thing in the world. As I ran around the bases the ball vcame down right
    as I hit second base and I was almost caught by Number Three for the
    Mighty Dogs. I stopped because the coach told me to and waited for the
    next batter. Finally the game ended 3-2 and we had 3. I didn’t score
    the first hits because he only got strikes and someone got out at
    first.

    Something smelled bad in the dugout. I knew it was me, but noone else
    did. They knew I was too cool for thst stuff, so that just passed on it
    and left the dugout as soon as possible. I said, “See you at seven” as
    I ran to my mom. It was 5:43 and we had to get home and set up the
    party. My mom said I stunk.

    “Did you know you had to poop?”

    “If I did I don’t think I would have pooped in front of everyone.” My
    mom sighed and went to grab the diapers. Just as Michael walked in I
    tried to hide the lingering smell, but he smelled it. He smiled because
    he knew he was right and I was embarrassed.

    “Mom, please don’t change me here.”

    “Honey, you’re about to leak and if you get in the car it may get on
    the seats,” so she laid me down on the seat on the towel she had
    brought and changed. After everyone left we got in the car and went
    home. We got there at 6:02 and started to get everything ready. Mom
    gave me a pill for my headache and it made me sleepy. She said, “the
    party doesn’t start until 7:30. We will wake you up if someone comes
    and your dad will change you if you need it while I talk to their
    parents.”

    I said, “okay,” but before I got to my bed I hit the floor. My dad
    found me, I think, and put me in my bed.

    Part 3

    I woke and I was in nothing but a diaper. I tried to move but I
    couldn’t because I was on the top bunk and the rails were in the way.
    The ladder was on the other side. My dad was under me on a laptop and
    said, “It’s 7:21 and you have two people here.” I jumped up.

    “Did they see me?” I asked.

    “Not yet, why? Embarrassed or something?”

    I said, “Yeah, I don’t wanna be seen.”

    “Well, let me shut the door.” He shut it and put me on the tabled and
    pulled my diaper off and did rolled it up. He wiped me off and told me
    to go play. I ran downstairs as fast as I could, forgetting to put
    clothes on to see who was here. But just about the time I noticed I had
    no clothes on Jerry saw me and laughed. I could have died. His mom
    said, “it’s not nice to laugh. It’s not like you don’t wet your bed and
    you got a Pull-Up on, too.” He tried to hide it, but it was obvious. My
    mom told me to get some clothes on and I did. I came back down and
    waited for some people to get here in the next five minutes. Jerry
    Thomas (we called him Tom), Jack, Ray (we called him J.R.) and Michael
    were here.

    “Hey Mike,” I said as we walked in. The four of us ran to my room to
    play video games. Jerry said, “Hey Keith, did you pee your pants or
    something or do you just wear diapers for underwear?” O looked at him
    and he knew I could beat him up, though he didn’t show his fear. “Well,
    I wouldn’t be talking unless you want a pounding.” Jerry laughed.

    Tom said, “I bet Keith can kick your butt.” Jerry and J.R. nodded.

    “Hey Keith, you wearing diapers right now?”

    “Yeah,” I said to J.R.

    “Why?” he asked.

    “I don’t know,” I said. “It started this morning. I hit my head a
    couple million times and it’s kind of a blurry memory from this
    morning.”

    Tom said, “You look like you have no clue when you use it.”

    “I don’t,” I said. “I may be sitting in poop or pee right now.” Tom,
    Jerry and J.R. scooted away laughing. I sighed.

    “It would help if you all were better friends,” I said.

    J.R. said, “We were your friend while you were cool.”

    I said, “So I’m not cool now?”

    “Well,” Jerry said. “It doesn’t mean you’re not cool, but...”

    Tom interrupted. “Just forget about the whole thing.” He lifted my
    night shirt up and said, “you peed yourself.” I said, “Oops, be right
    back.”

    I ran to my mom downstairs and told her, “Mom, can’t I wear Pull-Ups
    insread?”

    She sighed and said, “Sorry, honey. You can’t because they leak faster
    and you wouldn’t ever know you peed if it weren’t for Tom.”

    I knew what my mom was saying was just about the truth and dropped my
    night shirt back down and I ran back upstairs. I stopped at the door to
    hear Jerry say, “He’s such a baby! Don’t even know when he’s peed
    himself.”

    J.R. said, “I don’t know about him being a baby. I mean, hitting his
    head.”

    “J.R., he lied,” said Jerry. Tom was staying out of it. I then busted
    into my room and kicked Jerry across the face and jumped on him and
    started to beat the living hell out of him, punch after punch, nonstop,
    aiming for the gut and not in the face because I didn’t want to leave
    visible marks. I kicked him in his side and he passed out...not dead,
    just not awake.

    Tom gasped and said, “Why did you do that?”

    “He was talking about me and I got mad and then they smelled pee.”

    Tom lifted my night shirt to see no urine marks yet. He said, “It’s not
    you” and lokoed at Jerry. Pee was all over his night shirt. We kind of
    laughed to ourselves about it and he soon awoke to find ice down the
    back of his shirt.

    Hi,” I said. “Have a good nap?” He felt his night shirt and then he
    wanted to curl up in a corner and disappear into a black hole. He
    frowned and said, “What was that for?”

    “You were talking about me, what did you think I was going to do?”

    Finally, we all got back to playing games. After Jerry called his mom
    and said he fell asleep while waiting she brought him a chance of
    clothes. He took them and put them on. We then played Digimon and Pac-
    Man for about 30 minutes when Tom lifted my shirt up again and looked
    down it and said I pooped. I was very embarrassed now and said,
    “thanks, Tom. I think it’ll be okay for awhile. I don’t want to bother
    my mom.”

    :Maybe you should because we don’t want it smelling like poop all
    night.” I got up and left. As I was done they raided my room for stuff
    that they might want and other personal stuff. When I got back there
    were all sitting, still waiting for me to get back. I sat down and
    started to play.

    To be continued...