I finally managed to get a day off, well, off early. I rush right home to my son. I brought home dinner so I ran to his room and entered without knocking. There I found my son laying in his bed watching T.V. That is pretty normal behavior for my 15 year old son. It’s what he was wearing that left me without words. I talk a lot, its not often that I am without words. He was wearing a pamper and a little t-shirt with a bib and was sucking on a pacifier. I had no idea that he wanted to be a baby again. I had to ask him how long had he known and why he kept it a secret. After taking it all in, I stepped back and looked at him. It made me realize how much I missed him being my baby boy. Then, I noticed his diaper was very soggy. I had an over-whelming urge to change him and take care of him. So, I grabbed the wipes and cleaned him up without really even asking him. Before I knew it, I had changed him. When our eyes met again, he looked bewildered and conflicted. I asked him what was wrong. He explained how he just didn’t expect this reaction. I told him he was my baby and I would always love him. I told him how much I missed him being a baby and that I would love playing all the baby games we use to play. He told me how much he missed playing the games we played when he was in diapers too. Before I knew it, we messed up another diaper and I had to change him again. Rachel 888.430.2010