MARC AND FRED’S AVENTURES

Chapter 4

Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred

Author: bebemanu (bebemanu60@yahoo.fr)

Date: June 2005

Translation: bebemanu (bebemanu60@yahoo.fr)

Date: July 2005

Public: All public

Copyright: bebemanu © 2005

Publication: Tbkingdom.com © 2005 (for the French version)

Deeker.com © 2005 (for the English version)

Summary: A young boy tells, how his mother, put him back in diapers, at 11 years old.

Reproduction and publication, even partial, prohibited without obtaining the preliminary authorization of the author, the translator, and/or the editor.

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It was around 10:30am when Fred opened the eyes. He turned over in his bed, and realized that he had wet his bed for the third consecutive time. He raised his feather bed, and noted the extent of the damage. The cloth and the cover of feather bed were wet on almost half of their surface. Marc lengthened himself in his wet and cold bed. He thinks that if his mother had put him in diaper yesterday evening, he wouldn’t have awaked in a wet bed this morning. We can say that Fred was a little hungry with his mother. A few minutes later, he rose, and he demolished his bed, and took his cover of feather bed and his sheets. He came down the staircases, and crossed his mother in the corridor. When she saw him with his cloths in the arms, she understood that Fred had wet again his bed. She let him pass, and was turned over on his passage to note the damage while he went to the laundry to put his dirty cloths in the washing machine. His pyjama’s bottom was wet, like his pyjama jacket, which was wet until the medium of the back. When he arrived in the kitchen, his mother was sat and Marc was lunching.

-Hello Fred. Slept well? Marc asked.

-Yes and you?

-Yes. And I awoke in a dry bed. It’s nevertheless better than to awake in a wet bed.

-You’re so lucky, because me I awoke in a wet bed.

Fred sat down and crossed the glance of his mother. He understood that this one was asking questions, and he said to her:

-You’re well mom?

-Yes Fred. Why?

-I don’t know, but you don’t seem to be right.

-Fred. Answer me frankly.

-What is there mom?

-Do you make pee with the bed voluntary?

-Not! Why?

-And well considering the insistence with which you want to wear some diapers back, I ask myself the question nevertheless.

-No mom, I don’t do it voluntary.

-Well. In this case, I will take an appointment with the doctor to see what he thinks about this. Perhaps according to what he will say, we will turn over to see the urologist.

-Ok mom.

-You’re sure that you don’t do it voluntary?

-Yes mom, I swear it to you.

Camille rose and went up in Fred’s room to put fresh sheets in his bed. Fred as for him lunched with his little brother. Once the swallowed breakfast, they assembled both in the bathroom. Fred took his shower the first while marc washed his teeth. When Fred left the shower, Marc was in front of the wash-hand basin and was wearing only his night’s diaper of weighed down by the pees of the night and the morning. Fred looked him with desire and Marc realized there. He was turned over towards his brother and said to him:

-Doesn’t worry Fred. Soon you will wear some too.

-Perhaps but in my opinion, tomorrow is not the day before. You heard what mom said? In more she even believes that I do it to be able to wear some diapers back.

-If the doctor says that your enuresis came back, she will be well obliged to put you back in diapers.

-Yes, but if tomorrow and the other days I awake without to have wet my bed?

-As well, I suppose that you will never wear diapers back.

-No! I’ll wear one at least one time.

-Really? How do you know it?

-Because yesterday evening, I said to mom that I would like to do like before. I asked her to spend Sunday in diapers and pyjamas.

-And what does she answer you?

-She spoke to dad about it, and they agree that I spend one Sunday in diapers and pyjamas, as we did it before.

-That’s cool for you!

-Yes, but she didn’t say to me when I could do it.

-You will see well, that will make you a surprise.

-Yes, it’s sure.

Fred dried himself, and left the place to his little brother. He looked at him removing his diaper and going into the shower cabin. Marc’s diaper was on the ground. Fred bent down to collect it, and he saw that it was heavy. It was a Pampers Baby Dry size 6. Fred observed the diaper and wondered when he could, him too, wash his teeth while wearing only a diaper. He opened the dustbin and threw the diaper. Fred was being capped when Marc left the shower. Marc requested from his brother what he will going to do during his day.

-I will make my housework, and afterwards, I will visit Laurent.

-What will you do together?

-Surely to play the console in his room. And you, what will you do?

-I do not know, I’ll see. Thomas had to come to seek me to go to play football, but he’s sick.

-It doesn’t prevent you from going to see whether there are people at the stadium.

-Yes, you are right. But if there are only the big ones there, it’s not worth while, because they transfer us each time.

-As well, if it’s the case, you will return home to play the console.

-Yes, but I nevertheless will see at the stadium, and I will come to say hello to Thomas.

-You are right, and I think that he will be happy to see you.

They came down both to the living room. Camille was preparing the meal, while Claude looked at television. Marc went to settle beside his father, and stuck himself in his arms to be hugged by him. It should be said that Marc liked to be hugged by his parents, and that, in spite of his eight years, he was still seeming like a little baby, and could benefit from it. Fred left his portfolio, and was installed on the dining-room table to do his duties. Good a half hour ran out when Camille came to the living room.

-You still have some as a Fred a long time?

-Not mom, I would have finished in five minutes. I finished my exercise of maths and it will be finished.

-Very well, like that, afterwards, Marc and you will prepare the table.

-Okay mom.

-You heard Marc?

-Yes mom. I would prepare the table with Fred.

Fred arranged his books, like his portfolio and said to his brother:

-Marc, come to help me, we will prepare the table.

-I’m coming Fred.

Fred went to the kitchen, follow-up by marc. They left all that it was necessary, and turned over in the dining room to draw up the table. Once finished, they went to join their father in the living room, and looked at television while waiting to eat.

A few moments later Camille came in the living room, and said:

-Lunch time everybody, it’s ready.

-Well, go to sat down at the table the boys! Claude said while rising.

The boys imitated him and took seat around the table.

-What is it for lunch mom? Marc asked.

-Sauerkraut my darling.

-Yes, cool! I like that.

They took their meal while speaking about things and others, but by not tackling the problem of pee with the bed of Fred. Once the finished meal, they disencumbered the table all together. Camille made the washing-up; Claude went to be occupied with his occupations of Sunday, namely, do-it-yourself, and the boys prepared to leave. They threaded both their wind-breakers, and left the house. Fred went to visit his friend Laurent, and Marc moved towards the football stadium. There was nobody his age, and he left the place to go to visit his buddy Thomas. He knocked at the door, and waited until one opens to him. Thomas mother opened the door, said him hello, and let him come in the house. She said to him to go to join Thomas in his room. Marc went up and knocked on the door of his buddy’s room. He opened the door, and came in the room. Thomas was in pyjamas, on his bed, playing the console.

-Hello Thomas.

-Hello Marc. It’s cool that you could come to visit me.

-As well, as there was nobody of the group to the stadium, I said myself that I could come to visit you.

-Yes, it’s sympathetic. And then I will be bored less.

-Yes it’s sure.

-Is it cold outside?

-No, not a lot. Then, what’s the matter for you?

-I have gastro-enteritis.

-It’s not funny. I had one last year, and I didn’t stop going to the toilets.

-Not me, my mother found the solution.

-Really? And how do you do then, if you don’t use the toilets all the time?

-As well, she left me in diapers even the day for Thursday midday.

-Cool! You must be glad to be able to spend the whole day in diaper?

-Yes but it’s less funny to make poop inside. I don’t have the practice. Usually, I only spend the night in diapers; because I make pee with the bed.

-Yes, I know. It’s like me.

-Yes, but you, you don’t wear diapers at night.

-No, you’re wrong. I wear some diapers back since yesterday evening.

-Cool! Since the time that you awoke in a wet bed every morning.

-Yeah. Yesterday evening it makes me funny to wear a diaper, but it’s so cool not to awake soaked until half of the back.

-Yes, me I couldn’t support it. And then my mother wouldn’t be happy, and she wouldn’t agree to wash cloths and sheets every day.

-It’s why my mother asked to me whether I wanted to wear some diapers back at night. Like that, I wouldn’t awake anymore in a wet bed, and she will not have to wash cloths and sheets anymore every morning.

-Yes, and the diaper is nevertheless better, because if have you want to make pee before sleeping, or before to raise you in the morning, you can make pee in your diaper.

-Yeah, it’s true that it’s practical.

-What did you mother bought to you like layers?

-Some Pampers Baby Dry size 6, and some Libero Junior.

-My mother buys to me some Huggies or Libero. It depends on the times.

-Me I didn’t test the Libero yet.

-They’re diapers for the big boys like us. Me I like them, but I prefer Huggies because there are small drawings above.

-It’s like on the Pampers. Me I like these diapers because with them, I seem like a little baby. And then as I like to be hugged by my parents and that they always say to me: "come my big baby", therefore that doesn’t obstruct me.

-Me my parents tell me the same thing. Especially that, there’s three days that I am in diapers and pyjamas night and day.

-You’re so lucky, because me too I would like to be able to stay in diaper and pyjamas at home the whole day.

-Yeah, it’s sure. And then it’s so cool.

-But I surely soon will do it.

-Oh, really? Why?

-As well, before, with my brother, that often sometimes happened to us to spend the whole Sunday in diaper and pyjamas.

-Oh yes, you already said it to me. But your brother don’t wear diapers anymore, therefore you will do it all alone.

-No.

-Then who will do it with you?

-Fred.

-But I believed that he didn’t wear diapers anymore?

-For the moment he doesn’t wear some anymore.

-Why for the moment? He will wear back some?

-Perhaps, because it’s the third day of continuation that he awakes in a wet bed.

-It’s not funny.

-Yes, but he would like to wear some diapers back, like me. Then he asked it my mother.

-And what did she answer?

-She said him that he would wear some diapers back only if his enuresis returned, and only after having seen the doctor. -Yes, it’s perhaps better.

-But he also said to her that before, he liked to spend the whole Sunday in diapers and pyjamas.

-And what your mother answered to him?

-She spoke about it with my father and they said yes.

-That’s cool!

-Yes, but they didn’t say to him when he could do it.

-He will see it. But if the doctor says that he has to wear some diapers back?

-As well, my mother will buy some to him, and he will wear back some. Moreover, he really wants to wear some.

-Yes, I understand him. It’s not funny to awake in the morning in a wet bed and a soaked pyjamas.

-Yes, it’s clear. Me, there is two years ago that I awoke like that every morning, and I’m very happy that my mother repurchased me some diapers to sleep at night.

Thomas and Marc spent the remainder of afternoon together, to play the console, just like Fred with his friend Laurent. They returned both around 06:10pm, and came in front of the television. Camille was occupied checking her accounts and Claude read a review. It was 06:40pm when Camille required of the boys to draw up the table. They ate early and are reflected all in front of television. He was now 08:00pm, and the television news started. Knowing that the boys didn’t like this type of program, Camille sent them to be thread their pyjamas. Fred and Marc rose and moved towards the staircases. Marc made half-turn and asked his mother:

-Mom.

-Yes my darling?

-Can you come to put my layer to me?

-But Marc, it’s not your changing time yet. I would put it to you before you to go to bed.

-Please mom. I want to put it immediately, and to look at the television, diapered.

-Ok, as you want. But if you make pee inside, I will change your diaper before going to the bed. Because considering how your diaper was full this morning, I don’t want that you to have leaks, and to wet your bed tomorrow morning.

-Okay mom.

Camille gets up and followed Marc on the floor. Fred was already threading his pyjamas when his mother passed in front of his room. Marc came in his room followed by his mother. He started to strip himself when Fred came in Marc’s room.

-What are you doing mom? He asked?

-I put your brother in diaper.

-Already? But it is only 08:10pm.

-Yes, I know, but this evening, this big baby wants to look at the television in diaper.

-Notices, it’s not a bad idea. And then like that, you will not have to do it after the television.

-Except if he makes pee in his diaper. In this case I will change him before him to go to bed.

Marc was now naked, and lay on his bed. Camille took the tube of cream, and whitewashed some in order to avoid the erythemas, and other problems of skin. She took a Pampers in the wall cupboard, and returned towards Marc. Fred was leaned with the wall along the door, and didn’t lose any crumb of the spectacle which was offered to him. To see his brother being diapered got to him an immense pleasure at the point to have an erection. Marc raised his buttocks and Camille slipped the diaper under him. She folded back the front of the layer on Marc’s pubis, and adjusted the adhesives tape on each side. She threaded his plastic pant to him and said to him:

-Well, you’re ready, big baby.

-Thank you mom. You can thread my pyjamas to me?

-Marc, you’re 8 years old. You are enough older to dress yourself all alone, not?

-Yes but I want you to dress me, please mom.

-Ok, if it’s asked whether nicely...

Camille took the pyjamas on the chair, and started with him to thread bottom and went it up to the half of his legs.

-Get up, big baby.

Marc put himself upright and Camille went up his bottom of pyjamas over his diaper, and then threaded the top to him. Marc was now ready to go to look at television. Camille looked at him and said to him:

-Well, you are ready my darling.

-Thank you mom.

-It’s true that that suits you well to be dressed like that. We would say a 4 year old little boy.

-Me I like a lot to be dressed like that with a diaper under my pyjamas.

-As well, in this case, as from tomorrow evening, I would put your layer to you before you go to look at television.

-Yes, cool! Thanks, mom.

Marc approached Camille and kissed her. He looked himself in the mirror of his cupboard and could note that his moulding pyjamas let see his diaper. Indeed, this one emphasized it more than it didn’t hide it. Marc smiled to see himself in the mirror, and he liked to see himself dressed like a baby. Fred remained quiet, and his mother took him in her arms. She kissed him and said to him:

-I know that you would like to do the same thing Fred. Isn't it?

-Yes mom... Fred answered timidly.

-As well, I will take an appointment with the doctor tomorrow morning, and we will see what he will say and what he will think about it. If you have to see the urologist and that he says that it’s preferable for you that you wear some diapers back at night; as well; you will wear some diapers back.

-I know mom, you explained it to me.

-But I reassure you, I didn’t forget what I said to you yesterday evening, about you to spend a whole Sunday in diapers and pyjamas.

-When could I do it mom?

-I don’t know, Fred, I will speak again about it with your father. But I wouldn’t say it to you.

-Why?

-As well, because like that, it will make you a surprise.

-Okay mom.

-Now, get down looking at the television.

Camille took him again in her arms, and kissed him again. Fred had the eyes full of tears and Camille said to him that he didn’t have to cry for that. Marc left his room and Fred put a small slap to him on his diaper while saying to him:

-Come baby, we will look at the television.

Marc laughed and didn’t say, now, anymore that his brother calls him "baby". On the contrary, he liked that rather. It should be said that considering his behaviour, it would have evil to say the opposite. Claude smiles when he saw Marc coming into the living room. Marc precipitated on the settee, and put himself in his father’s arm as he very often did it, to be hugged, like a lot of evening.

-You are cute like that my darling.

-You saw dad, I already put my diaper.

-Yes Marc, I saw. And it would be really very difficult not to see that you have a diaper under your pyjamas. Because your pyjamas are so much moulding, that we see only that.

Marc kissed his father and started to suck his thumb as he did it certain evenings. Fred and Camille smiled when they saw that. Fred was sat beside his mother. Camille seen that Fred looked at his brother with desire. She leaned towards him, kissed him, and caught him by the shoulders. Fred wondered what his mother did, but he let her do. Camille lengthened Fred on the second settee where they were both, and put his head on her knees. Fred looked at his mother with a great smile, and he felt the pleasure of invading it. His mother cherished his hair and his cheek as she did it when he was smaller, and that he came to be hugged on the evening. Fred was in heaven and let himself go. Well for a long time he hadn’t be hugged like that with his mother. In a kind of reflex, he took hiss thumb in his mouth and started to suck it. His mother looked him with surprise, but didn’t say anything. She wondered why Fred sucked his thumb. He had however stopped sucking it at the age of 6 years old. She doesn’t say anything and left him with its pleasure. After all, which evil there was to suck his thumb at 11 years old? Claude looked at Fred with a great smile. He found nice to see his big boy becoming again "baby" of time to others. It should be said that he sucked himself his thumb until the age of 17 years old, age where he met his first girl friend. The film started, and the boys looked at it both being hugged. Camille was always cherishing Fred’s hair and his cheek too. She remembered that, when he was small, that caused to deaden him. She leaned to see whether Fred slept, and she realized that yes. She smiles by seeing Fred sleeping while sucking his thumb, and thinks that the boys, whatever their age, had early made become again some babies as soon as we did something to them which pointed out their childhood to them.

Marc didn’t sleep and was always in his father’s arms. The film started again, and at one time, Camille felt a feeling of heat to invade it. She suddenly realized that it was a wet heat. She looked at Fred. This one always slept. She looked at between the legs of her son and saw a dark aureole taking shape on his pyjamas. Camille had just understood that Fred had just made pee in his pyjamas. She now understood that he didn’t do it voluntary. She carefully awoke him by making a kiss to him and while speaking to him in the ear.

-Fred. Wake up my darling.

Fred moved but did not awake.

-Fred. Wake up baby. It’s time to go to bed.

Fred opened his eyes and saw his mother who looked him with a great smile. He returned his smile to her, but suddenly smelled a wet and hot feeling with his between legs. His mother said to him:

-Get up my darling. It’s necessary to go up to change you because you made pee in your pyjamas. Fred now understood where this feeling of wet heat was come from. He reddens and rose. His mother said to him to get up, and that she would join him in 2 minutes. Camille went to seek a soft sponge and rag to clean the settee which, fortunately, was made with leather, and not with fabric. She went up then in Fred’s room who awaited her without moving. Fred started to cry when his mother came into his room. She took him in her arms and comforted it. She kissed him and said to him:

-It’s not serious my darling. I know that you don’t do it voluntary. And then you were so well like that, lengthened on the settee, the head on my knees.

-Yes but I wet you. Fred answered while crying.

-Don’t worry for that. I will change myself, and in two minutes, it will appear to with it nothing anymore. Goes in the bathroom and strip yourself while I go to change myself. She kissed Fred and went in her room to change herself. Fred went in the bathroom, and only started to strip himself when Camille arrived a few seconds later, and she said to him:

-Well, I will occupy myself of you. Let me do my darling.

Fred always crying a little, and let himself do like a little boy. Camille stripped him, and took a glove of toilet. She made him a rapid toilet, and put to him milk of toilet, then whitewashed him of cream. She then went to seek a fresh pyjama in his cupboard, and threaded it to him.

-Well, you’re now clean and dry.

-Thank you mom. Fred answered.

-Of nothing my darling. It’s now time to go to bed.

Camille accompanied Fred to his room. Fred slipped into his bed, and Camille bordered it. She kissed it, and says to him: -Fred, don’t worry anymore for what arrived to you a few moments ago. In fact things arrive. I excuse myself to have doubted of you, and to have believed that you voluntary made wee with the bed only to be able to wear some diapers back.

-It’s not serious mom.

-And don’t worry if tomorrow you awake in a wet bed. If it’s the case, you will let your bed just as it is, I would occupy myself of it. And tomorrow morning, I take an appointment directly with the urologist.

-Thank you mom.

Camille leaned on Fred, kissed him, and wished him a good night.

-Good night mom.

Camille saw Marc at the end of the corridor, when he left Fred’s room.

-I go to bed mom.

-It’s well my baby.

Camille looked at Marc walking to his room. The diaper which he was wearing really gave him a step of baby. She followed him in his room and Marc was going to put himself in his bed when Camille said to him:

-Two minutes, big baby. Come to see there that I check your diaper.

Marc approached, and Camille pulled down Marc’s pyjama’s bottom. She touched his diaper, and saw that he had make a big pee inside.

-Don’t move. I will seek what to change you.

-Yes mom.

Camille went in the bathroom, and returned with the box of wipes. She removed Marc’s diaper, and cleaned him using a wipe. She made him lengthen on his bed, and put to him a fresh diaper. She pulled up hiss pyjama’s bottom to him, and positioned right back the top. Marc slipped into his bed. Camille bordered him, made him a kiss, and wished him a good night. Marc called to his mother:

-Mom.

-Yes my darling?

-What about Fred? What does he has? Is he sick?

-Nothing serious my baby. He made pee in his pyjama on the settee.

-Ah, really? Marc answered surprised.

-Yes. But it’s not serious. That arrive, you know. Now, you have to sleep. Good night my baby, see you tomorrow.

-Good night mom.

Camille went down to give the living room in order and went up to join Claude who had already left to go to bed. She went to see whether the boys slept. Marc slept in ball, as with his practice. Fred was sleeping with his thumb in his mouth, which made smile Camille. She closed the door, and gone to bed...

It was 6:45am when Camille went up to awake the boys. Marc was already awaked, and waited, as with his practice, until his mother comes to say to him to get up. Camille came in Fred’s room, and he always slept, by sucking his thumb. Camille smiles, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She passed a hand in Fred’s hair and kissed him. And shook him a little and said to him:

-Fred, wakes up my baby; it’s time to go to breakfast.

Fred moved somewhat but without result. Camille started again. She kissed him and shook him again.

-Fred, wakes up my darling. It’s time. Fred opened the eyes, and saw his mother leaned on him. He made him a smile, and Camille answered to this smile by a kiss.

-You’re well? Slept well?

-Yes mom.

-You know what? You sucked your thumb all the night.

-Oh, really? I don’t remember any. He said while reddening slightly.

-It’s not a drama my darling. On the contrary, I find you very cute when you suck your thumb. Fred reddens more and Camille leaned to kiss him, and said to him:

-Then, does my big boy wet his bed this night? She said by raising Fred’s feather bed.

Fred didn’t move, and let his mother look under his feather bed. Camille saw that Fred had once more wet his bed. She looked at Fred and said to him:

-And well, it’s a big pee.

Fred reddens to the ears when his mother said that to him.

-It’s not a drama my darling. Don’t worry, I call the urologist this morning. I hope that he will give us an appointment quickly.

-Mom.

-Yes my darling?

-Why couldn’t I wear diapers while waiting for the appointment with the urologist?

-I will speak about it with dad this evening, and I would keep you informed.

-Okay mom.

-Let’s go, get up my darling, and go to wash you.

Camille left Fred’s room and went to see Marc. She came in his room, said:

-Get up, big baby, it’s time.

-Yes mom.

-You go down to lunch, and you will wash yourself afterwards.

-I can go to lunch in diaper?

-Of course yes my darling.

Marc left his bed, put on his slippers, and went down to the kitchen to lunch. Camille was behind Marc and said to him to sit down while she made heat milk for the boys.

-Mom.

-Yes Marc?

-Does Fred make pee with the bed this night?

-Small curious!

-Tell it to me...

-Yes, he wet his bed.

-Then you will put him back in diapers?

-I don’t know yet Marc. I will discuss about it with dad this evening. Now, stops your questions and lunches. You still have to go to wash yourself after Fred left the bathroom.

Marc was drinking his chocolate bowl when Fred came in the kitchen.

-Hello baby. Slept well?

-Yeah and you?

-Yes, but the wake up was wet.

-Yes I know, mom said it to me.

-You can go up to wash yourself.

-I go there...

Marc went up on the floor, removed his diaper, and took a shower. He got dressed, and went down again to the living room. Fred threaded his wind-breaker and left in direction the stop bus to take the next one drunk. Marc finishes getting dressed, and Camille led him to the school. On her return, she called the hospital complex and took an appointment with the urologist, Doctor Marchand. She obtained one for Wednesday of the following week. The day proceeded normally and the end of day arrived. Camille went to seek Marc and went to make some purchases. Fred returned around 05:00pm. His mother and her brother weren’t come back home yet. He prepared a collation, and was installed on the dining-room table, and tackled his duties. He was making an English exercise when his mother and Marc came back home. Marc made a collation for himself, and Camille came to see Fred.

-How are you my big boy? Did your day occur well?

-Yes mom.

-I called the urologist this morning.

-Ah?

-Yes. You have appointment next Wednesday with 2:00pm.

-With Doctor Marchand?

-Yes my darling.

-You spoke to dad this midday?

-No, he didn’t return this midday. And this evening, he will return late. I would see that with him tomorrow.

-I’m in a hurry to be at next Wednesday.

-Why?

-Because I’m fed up to awake in a wet bed each morning.

-I understand you, but I don’t want to put you back in diapers without to have seen the Doctor before.

-Why?

-Because he will perhaps propose to you another thing than to wear some diapers. Then I don’t want to precipitate the things.

-Okay mom. The end of day proceeded normally, and the evening meal too. The boys went up to put themselves in pyjamas to be able to look at the television. Camille went up in Marc’s room and pull on to him his diaper as she had promised to him yesterday evening. The boys went down again to look at the beginning of film, and, towards 10:00pm, they went up to go to bed as every evening when there was school the following day. Camille went up to check if Marc was wet, but she saw that not. She bordered him, kissed him, and went to see Fred.

-Well, go to bed my big boy.

-Yes mom.

Camille bordered Fred and kissed him by wishing him a good night.

-Good night mom.

-Good night my darling.

Camille went down again to the kitchen to prepare the meal for Claude who had just sent a message to her on his cellular phone, in order to prevent her that he arrived from here I, a few minutes. Camille had just finished drawing up the table and awaited Claude. She went up to see whether the boys slept. Marc didn’t sleep yet. Fred slept with closed fists, while sucking his thumb like yesterday evening. Camille smiled, closed the door and went down again to the living room. Claude arrived a few minutes later. He kissed Camille and said to him:

-Good evening my darling.

-Good evening my heart. Did your day occur well?

-Tiring. And we had badly problems with a customer.

-And well, you shouldn’t have been unemployed.

-The boys are sleeping?

-Yes, they gone to bed there’s 20 minutes ago. Marc doesn’t sleep yet.

-And Fred?

-Fred sleeps with closed fists, while sucking his thumb.

-Ah, it’s not a drama.

-Not, I know.

Claude and Camille took seat with table and they started to dine. They spoke about things and others, and Camille said to Claude:

-Darling.

-Yes baby?

-It’s necessary that we speak seriously about Fred.

-What occurs with him?

-This morning, he still awoke in a wet bed.

-As well. It would be said well that his problem with enuresis came back.

-I’m afraid well of it. I called Doctor Marchand this morning and Fred have to go to visit him next Wednesday at the beginning of afternoon.

-It’s although he can see him quickly.

-Yes. Fred made me a remark which isn’t idiot, but I wanted to speak about it with you before.

-I listen to you.

-Fred said me that he was fed up to awake in a wet bed in the morning.

-I understand him.

-This morning, Fred asked to me whether I couldn’t put him back in diapers while waiting for that he will see the urologist. I answered him that I will speak about it with you. But I don’t want to put him back in diapers before he saw the urologist.

-You do for the best my darling.

-Well. It’s late. We have to go to sleep.

-Yes, you’re right.

They disencumbered the table and went up to go to bed. Camille checked if the boys were well sleeping, and it was the case. She went in the bathroom, and joined Claude in the room. They lay down in the bed, and were not long in falling asleep...