(Finished) Zanders Shower in the Summer Sunshine -- (Author) LilDavid

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Author: LilDavid
Timestamp: Aug 2, 2022 at 5:55 PM
Content: Eight year old Alexander “Zander” Howard is sitting on the wooden bench swing on the back deck of his parent’s house, under the lacquered wooden trellis covered in vines that partly shade him from the warm summer sunshine. He’s wearing a Moana themed sun hat with Maui on the front to keep the remaining sun off, covering his short dirty blond hair which is rather greasy from sweat and general grunginess and dire need of washing. He has prescription glasses on to help him see. He has blue ear-buds in his ears, attached to a tablet computer in a grey rubber shell that he’s holding between his hands. The tablet computer had been a gift from his grandparents for his eighth birthday in the spring. On the display is shown, in a medium-large font, the text of Beverly Cleary’s “The Mouse and the Motorcycle”, with a vertical line moving slowly but surely along each line and down to the next. He’s wearing a Pixar Wall●E themed t-shirt that is long enough that it partly covers his hips. Engrossed in the story he’s reading, he is oblivious to the soggy but clean state of the Pampers Cruiser 7 visible between his thighs. The crotch of the comfortably snug diaper is slightly bulging forward with absorbed wetness since it was changed after lunch almost four hours ago, being squeezed by his thighs. He’s wearing rainbow-patterned rubberized-fabric sandals on his otherwise bare feet.
The boy’s mother, twenty-nine-year-old Megan Howard slid open the sliding door to the back deck, from the kitchen. Cool air rushes out from the air conditioned interior, as she smiles at her son, “Oh, there you are, Zander! You ready for your shower and hair wash, big boy?” She comes out on to the deck, wearing sandals not unlike her son’s except in colour, and a pair of elasticized shorts over a one-piece bathing suit and a canvas bag hung on her left shoulder.
The canvas bag contained body wash, baby shampoo, a bath towel and a sponge from the family bathroom. Along with supplies from the bathroom there was also a fresh diaper, a container of wet-wipes, and twist-top bottle of baby powder from the supplies in his bedroom closet and chest of drawers.
The boy doesn’t seem to hear.
She comes over to the near-end of the bench and taps him gently but firmly on the shoulder, “Alexander! Earth to Alexander!”, she smiles down warmly at her son, happy her technology-mad little bookworm was getting some fiction reading practice in over the summer as his grade two teacher had suggested in their last parent-teacher monthly email of the previous school year to his parent’s just over a month ago.
Alexander pulls the earbuds from his ears without pausing the playback, which is making the continuing audio narration barely audible. He looks up at his mother with a frown, having been interrupted from something he enjoyed, “Can I finish this chapter, first?”
His mother holds out her hand to take the tablet from her son, “How much longer?” he hands her the tablet.
She takes the tablet and taps some on-screen buttons, “Oh, about 2 minutes. I still need to get the garden hose and spray-head from lawn shed, but once I come back…,”
He nods as she hands him back the tablet, and she heads down the steps to the grass covering the backyard. He returns to reading practice.
She goes to the back of the yard and opens the lawn shed and retrieves a green-translucent garden hose, and spray head made of firm black rubber and chromed metal. She brings them to the garden-hose faucet beside the steps up to the deck, squats down on her haunches and screws one end on to the faucet, “Almost ready, ’Zan,”
He stands up, leaving his glasses by his tablet computer and comes down the steps, “Here,”
She nods at her son and looks back up on the deck, “Oh, get the bag for me, OK ‘Zan?”, then then starts screwing the spray head onto the other end of the hose, “All set!”
“OK,” He scampers back up the steps and gets the bag of things his mother had brought out with her.
“Thanks, honey,” she takes off her shorts and sandals in case she is sprayed on while showering her son, leaving them by the faucet.
Zander nods setting things down beside his mother, “Here, mommy,”
She nods, making sure the spray head is attached tightly, “Sandals, sunhat and t-shirt off,”
He starts undressing with his hat coming off first, pulls the t-shirt up off over his head and then followed by the sandal on his right foot.
She she smiles at her son over her shoulder as she turns on the tap, “Just put your clothes on the bottom step so they don’t get green stains on them,”
He takes his left sandal off and puts all the clothes he took off on the bottom step.
She sets the spray setting to “SHOWER”, then pointing the spray head down the garden, she gives the trigger a couple of quick pulls to test things. A dense fine spray of water droplets glisten in the sun, heading just over a couple of feet down the backyard. Satisfied, she then sets the spray-head down on the grass at her feet, She beckons her son over to her, “Time to get rid of that soggy Pamper,”
He scampers toward his mother, giving the vertical wooden slats of the privacy fencing a glance, “OK,” Given that it was an early summer weekday, there was no one from the neighbouring backyards, he had nothing to be nervous about. Their neighbours were at work.
She reaches out as he approaches and gently turns him around to face away from her.
He parts his legs, in part to maintain his balance as he’s spun around, “Hey!” he giggles.
She tears open the tape on each side and brings the back of her son’s diaper down. She see’s a brown stain in the seat of the diaper from a wet fart her son had passed, but lowers the diaper down and pulls it back out between his parted legs, “All set to get wet?” she feels the outside of the bulky urine-engorged, and quickly cooling, crotch of her son’s used diaper in her hand, “Well, wet all over. This is sopping,” Seeing the wet fart let her know that her son’s bed-time dose of two tablespoons a laxative syrup was helping keep her boy’s gut regular and free of back-ups. Her son’s next diaper change, at bed-time, was going to be messy as well as wet.
He giggles again, “Uh-huh!”
She wraps the soaked diaper up in on itself and tapes it closed, and sets it down on the bottom steps beside his clothes. She slings the bag of bathing and changing supplies over her shoulder and stands up, holding the spray head in one hand she points with the other into middle of the back yard, “Over there, then,”
He scampers off, now undressed, skipping along in the direction his mother pointed, “Make it rain!” he giggles gaily.
Megan follows closely behind him, and stops, “OK, right there, Zander,”
He stops and looks back over his shoulder, holding his arms out angled down at his sides, “OK,”
She squeezes the trigger and water sprays out to one side of her son, “Hair first or last?”
He shakes his head, “Last, please!”
She nods and starts spraying down his arms, followed up by his legs, “Turn around, sweetie,”
He squeals with the cold water striking his arms and then legs, but he turns around and she wets down his middle, “Hey!” he laughs, almost bent over.
She shakes her head at his antics, almost laughing herself, “OK, stand up, Zan,”
He stands up, “Tummy now?”
She nods and sprays him from the belly up to just below the chin.
He squeals, and covers his face with his hands as the spray moves up his body, “Almost done?”
She nods setting the spray head down on the grass, and gets out the sponge and body wash. She soaks the sponge with the spray head and squeezes body-wash onto it, “Yep, arms out, Zander,”
He holds his arms out at his side and, his mother starts soaping them up with the sponge.
She smiles, ‘That’s right, now your tummy,” then starts soaping his his chest, “You can do your boy bits and bum for me, OK?”
Zander, nods, holding out a soapy hand, “OK,”
She rinses off the sponge, soaps it back up and hands it to her son, “There you go, big boy,”
He grins and starts washing himself.
She smiles, and gives her son a thumbs-up, “Good boy,”
He scrubs his bottom and holds out the sponge, “All done,”
She takes it and rinse it off, “OK, now I’ll do your legs. Part them, please,”
He parts his legs and puts his hands on her shoulders to balance, “OK,”
She gets down on one knee, soaps up the sponge and starts scrubbing his legs and feet, picking up each foot in turn and washing them thoroughly, “There we go,” she picks up the spray head and smiles, “Ready for the rinse?”
He nods, and his mother picks up the spray head and steps back and turns it on, starting at his feet. He dances around in the spray squealing from the cold spray hitting him, she frowns at him, “Careful, I don’t want you to slip on the soapy and wet grass!” he stops prancing around, “Sorry!”
She nods, “Won’t be long,” she soon finishes rinsing the suds of body wash from his legs.
He grins, “OK,”
She sprays the grass around his feet to flush the soap suds away into the grass, then released her fingers on the trigger once the suds had largely vanished into the ground and pointed the spray head at his head, “Hair wash now,”
He tilts his head back and squeezes his eyes shut tight, “OK,”
She sprays his hair down until it’s utterly drenched, with the water is streaming down from all over his head.
He wipes the soaked and dripping strands of hair back from his eyes, “Be quick, mommy!”
“Now we soap things up!”, she nods setting the spray head down and pulls the shampoo bottle from the bag with her right hand and opens the top of the bottle cap with flick of her thumb, then cups her left hand face up and pours some shampoo into it. “Keep your eyes shut tight!”, closing the bottle cap she puts it back in the bag and stands up, and spreads the shampoo from her hand over the top of her son’s head and starts vigorously scrubbing it with the fingers of both hands into his hair and down to his scalp.
He nods, but soon he’s trying not to squirm away from his mother’s lathering of the shampoo in his hair, “Almost done?” he whines.
She nods as she retrieves the spray head, “Now we just need to rinse the shampoo out and we’ll be all done!”
He nods, “Quick!”
She squeezes the trigger and soaks his hair down again, scrubbing out the shampoo with her free hand, sudsy water pours down all over his head, “There we go. All done! You can open your eye’s now,”
Zander smiles, opening his eyes. He throws his hands up from his sides, “All clean!”
She nods, “Yep, now I’ll get your towel to dry off. Then we can get a fresh Pamper on you,”
He scampers over to the bag and pulls out and unrolls the bathing towel, and starts drying off his middle and bottom.
“Oh, good boy, Zan!” She smiles, seeing him taking care of his middle first so he can be diapered quickly.
He nods at the encouragement and starts drying off his belly and chest vigorously. Pushing on his belly, he pees in the grass inadvertently.
“Oops! Did you dry between your legs?” she gets out the powder and fresh diaper.
He blushes, parting his legs, and drying between them.
She nods, “There we go! Now let’s stop for a second and we can get this Pamper on you,” she holds up the diaper.
He drops the towel and parts his legs.
She gets down on one knee and lays the diaper open on her raised knee, the back is unfolded the front is not. Lightly powdering the crotch of the diaper she beckons him back toward her, “Step back Zander,”
He steps back as requested and his mother picks him up under his arms, “Allee-oop!” she softly exclaims. He parts his legs again, as he is lifted onto his mother’s knee and over the diaper.
She brings the front of the diaper up between her son’s legs and unfolds the front and lays it across his abdomen. She takes the tape from each side and snugly tapes each side closed in turn, “Now lets finish drying you off,”
Alexander stands up from his mother’s knee and scampers over and picks up the towel, “Here, mommy!”
She beckons him back, shifting to a kneeling position while he scampers back to her. She dries off the rest of his body. She then picks up his T-shirt and finds it sweaty, and scrunches up her face in mild disgust, “Want to wear just the diaper and your sun hat out here? Your t-shirt is all sweaty,”
He shrugs, not having any reason to worry about others’ seeing him like this, “OK,”
She holds out his sun hat to him, “Here you go then,”
He puts the sun hat back on, grinning widely up at his mother as she stands up, and she wraps up his towel into a ball.
She takes the towel up on to the back deck and unwraps it and drapes it over the deck railing to dry in the breeze and sunshine.
He scampers up the steps behind his mother, “I wanna get back to the story I’m reading,”
She nods, “And I want to hear you read it to me,”
He nods, grinning with pride at being asked, “OK!”
She sits on the lounger on the deck, and lays back with her legs out in front of her, “Come here, Zander,”
He nods, picking up the tablet computer from the swing, puts his glasses back on and scampers over within his mother’s reach.
She scoops him up in her arms and holds him close.
He turns the sound off on the tablet and presses the play button. The cursor starts moving and Zander begins to read, haltingly.
She smiles down at him over his shoulder, proud of her son’s effort.
He grins up over his shoulder.
“Try to keep up, Zan!” she points at the tablet.
He returns to reading, skipping the part his loss of concentration caused him to miss.
She puts her arms around his belly as he returns to reading aloud. She looks up and smiles, looking out at the back yard. A nice quiet late afternoon, with her son reading one of his favourite books.

Hope you enjoyed this story. Comments/Crits welcome

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Author: LilDavid
Timestamp: Aug 3, 2022 at 11:07 PM
Content: Why not shower in the back yard? Soap and water will do. Yes, he does need his diapers.

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Author: LilDavid
Timestamp: Aug 4, 2022 at 3:24 AM
Content: Yeap, though was thinking more these days. Given the tech in it.

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Author: LilDavid
Timestamp: Aug 4, 2022 at 10:38 PM
Content:

Tommy10 said:

Same here , same time too! Only problem was the water was COLD lol, like 55 or 60 deg (13-15C) cold. But Maybe Zander lives in a warmer climate and the ground water isn't as icy.

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The water *is* cold. But since it's during a heatwave, that's OK. Notice he does squeal and scamper around when he gets sprayed initially. Alexander starts the story hot, sticky, and yucky all over.

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Author: LilDavid
Timestamp: Aug 4, 2022 at 10:39 PM
Content:

LudoErgoSum said:

I live in Wisconsin and in late summer the water from the outdoor tap isn't too bad in temperature. It depends somewhat on the house, and whether they're on a well or on city water. Well water comes out of the ground and into the house. City water might be warmer. Then if the tap is right where the water comes into the house it's generally going to be colder than if it has to go all the way across the house first.

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Think southern Ontario, more likely.

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Author: LilDavid
Timestamp: Aug 5, 2022 at 9:52 AM
Content: By the way, if people are interested, I feel there is more to this story. Would people like more? It feels like it wrapped up kinda abruptly.

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Author: LilDavid
Timestamp: Aug 5, 2022 at 9:29 PM
Content: But post it here or a new thread?

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Author: LilDavid
Timestamp: Sep 26, 2022 at 1:19 PM
Content: Second part is finally here!

Once the heat from the early-July afternoon heat wave had begun to wear off, Megan looked at her smartphone, and saw it was past five-thirty in the afternoon. Almost time to consider plans for supper, “Zan’, you’ve done a good job reading a couple chapters, but it’s almost time for dinner. How does pizza sound?”

Alexander grins up his mother over his right shoulder, “Oh, sure! Sounds great! With pepperoni, double cheese and bacon, on it!?”

She nods, yet unsure if they had that kind of frozen pizza in the freezer right now, and she’d done the grocery shopping for the week the day before, “We’ll see what kind we have, OK? You just go in and get some shorts and a t-shirt on for dinner, OK?”

He nods and stands up beside the lounger, “OK, mommy,” he heads for the sliding door and tries to open it, but finds it a bit of a struggle.

She stands up and quickly slips her shorts back on, and follows her son to the sliding door, opening it with practised ease, “There you go, quick like a bunny! We don’t want to let all the nice cool air out!”

“OK!” He quickly enters, stepping quickly over the sliding-door track in the floor. His mother quickly follows him in and slides the door closed, and locks it. He almost starts shivering from the sudden temperature and humidity change. He scampers from the open-plan kitchen at the back of the house, and heads down a hallway that leads to both his and his parent’s bedrooms and the bathroom.

Megan goes to the freezer to get out a boxed frozen pizza, she looks on the label as she closes the freezer door. She calls to her son, “No bacon on this, but it does have pepperoni and double cheese!”

Zander cheers from his bedroom doorway, and quickly enters his room. The bedroom window is covered by rainbow-coloured horizontal Venetian blinds, which are down but opened to let light in. He heads over to the close side of the window and rotates the vertical rod to close the blinds to give himself privacy, since his window looked out onto the cul-de-sac the house was on. He then went to his brightly coloured dresser and pulled out the drawer on the left, second from the top. He pulls out a pair of denim shorts with an elasticized waist-band, and closes the drawer. He then opens the drawer beside it and pulls out a t-shirt with red-green-blue horizontal stripes on a white background. He starts dressing by pulling the t-shirt over his head, and starting to get his arms in the short sleeves. Once his head and arms are through, he lets it drop, though this t-shirt is slightly shorter then the previous one and just touches the top of the waistband of the diaper. He heads over to his bed, with it’s “30’s-50’s-era toy robot”-patterned sheets and pillow case, and sits down on the edge to get his shorts on and up over his knees. He stands up and pulls shorts up over his slightly soggy diaper. But the diaper’s absorbency still keeps him comfortable. He scampers from his room and heads for the kitchen. He pokes his head in, grinning wide, “When’s the pizza done!?”

His mother shakes her head, putting up one hand to stop her son form approaching her, while she set up the oven to start warming up to reheat the frozen pizza, “Just getting the oven warmed up, Zander,”

He groans in exasperation and retracts his head from the doorway, and quickly starts to leave.

“Alexander!” Megan snaps, turning to the door, with her hands on her hips and frowning.

Zander freezes in mid-step, turns around and returns to the kitchen, now feeling rather nervous, “Yes, mommy?”

She frowns down at her little boy, “You know you don’t talk to grown-ups that way,”

He hangs his head sorrowfully and nods, “I’m sorry, mommy,”

She nods, relaxing her expression as she get’s down on one knee, holding her arms open to her little boy, “Come here, Zander,” she coos.

He saunters forward, raising his head to look at his mother. Seeing that his mother’s annoyance had already dissipated, he scampers forward, and hugs his mother tight.

She hugs her son back and whispers in his ear, “I know you’re a good boy, sweet-pea,”

He nods, “I am really hungry, mommy. I didn’t mean to be bad,”

She nods, “Pizza will be ready before you know it. Why don’t you go pick a movie for us to watch while we have dinner?”

He grins wide, “OK, mommy! Star Wars or Star Trek movies?”

She shrugs, relaxing her embrace of her son, “One of those? Sure,”

He looks nonplussed at his mother, “Not a movie marathon? I wanna watch’em all!” he whines.

She releases her embrace and stands up with he frown returning, “No, young man! By the time one movie ends it will almost be your bedtime,” she exclaims with exasperation.

“OK, mommy. I’ll pick one, Star Trek. The one with the Borg, or the whales?” he raises an eyebrow, waiting for his mom’s response.

“Just one, Alexander. How about First Contact, the one with the Borg it,” she smiles a little.

He nodded excitedly, “OK, that one!”, he scampers for the living room.

She nods, smiling warmly at her little boy as he scampers excitedly from the kitchen, “Wait for me, please! I’ll be there once the oven’s warmed up, and I can put the pizza inside to heat up,”

“OK!” he calls from the living room.

She smiles to her self, just as the oven’s timer beeps to indicate that the oven had reached the required temperature.

Zander kneels in front of the wood-laminate shelving unit holding the family’s DVD & Blue-Ray collection. While he waited for his mother to join him, he looked through the various plastic cases, looking for the right movie.

She gets the pizza out of the box, out of its plastic wrapping and onto a baking sheet. She puts the sheet into the oven and starts reheating the pizza.

“Found it, mommy!” he calls, from the living room, and stands up excitedly, waving the plastic case around.

She smiles, returning to the living room, “Oh, that’s great,” she takes the case from her son’s hand and turns things on before putting the disc in the player. Soon the DVD’s main menu is displayed.

He scampers to the couch and sits down with a damp squish, and scoops up the TV and player remotes, with one in each hand, “Come on, mommy! Movie time!”

She joins her boy on the couch and puts an arm around his shoulder, “Well, press play,”

He presses play on the player remote, and the opening credits start, “I really like this song…,”

She nods in agreement, “Me too. It’s so gentle, isn’t it,”

He nods back.

She holds him close for the dream/nightmare sequence, “OK?”

He blushes, and nods when the sequence gets to ‘reality’, “Yeah,”

She nods, and returns to watching the movie. Megan feels she can’t always be sure how her son would react to things he sees on screen. Though watching movie sequences like this at home in a familiar environment were often a safer bet than in a movie theatre with it’s loud sound system and darkness.

He watches the movie, seemingly oblivious to his mother’s concerns. Now the fun excitement was about to start!

Soon the oven’s timer beeps from the kitchen, and Megan gets up to retrieve the cooked pizza, “What do you want to drink with dinner? Milk? Juice?”

“Milk, mommy! Please!” he calls back, “Can you put chocolate-milk mix in it!?”

She sighs at the request, and replies darkly, “You’ll rot your teeth!”

“Mommy, I don’t have it a lot!”, he protests defensively, as he turns on his knees, kneeling on the couch to watch his mother in the kitchen.

She nods, getting out the chocolate syrup bottle from the cupboard over the kitchen counter, pours the syrup into a glass of milk and stirs it, the returns the bottle back to the cupboard, “So, you can have it, tonight. But first, magic words?”

He smiles, “-Please! Thanks, Mommy!”

She smiles, and teases gently, “One glass of tooth-enamel-eating chocolate milk coming up!”

He groans and rolls his eye’s with exasperation.

“Alexander, I said you could have it, so don’t give me that,” She shakes her head. She gets out a tray, and places two plates, with pizza slices on a wooden tray, along with her son’s chocolate milk, and she pours herself a soft drink. Once the tray is set up, she brings it out to the living room, “Here you go. Eat and drink up,”

He blushes, turning back around on the couch, and sitting as he had before“Sorry, mommy,” Just then, he messes in his Pamper, with bladder spasms following, and his full bladder empties, soaking it.

She nods, as she sets the tray down on the coffee table in front of the couch, “I know. Here you go. Eat up!” she sits down beside her son, smiling warmly at him.

He grins and gingerly takes a slice of pizza and is about to start eating it with his hands, pointed-end first.

She sees how gingerly her son holds his slice of pizza, “’Zander, why don’t you have some milk first? Let the pizza cool a bit. It’s just out of the oven,”

“Ok,” he quickly puts the slice of pizza down on the plate again, and takes the glass of milk, and starts drinking thirstily.

She nods, “Not so quickly!-”

He belches, then starts giggling at the noise.

“-And that’s why!” she shakes her head, as she reaches for her first slice of pizza.

He soon stops giggling, “Sorry, Mommy,” and takes the pizza slice he put back down earlier, and starts eating it, pointed end first.

“It’s alight, just don’t drink so quickly next time,” smiling warmly, and patting her son’s back.

He grins, “’ood ‘izza!” he said, his mouth full of food.

She frowns and gently elbows her son in the side, pointing at her mouth, while she herself is eating. She shakes her head and wags a finger at her son. Her boy knows better than to talk with his mouth full!

He frowns, hangs his head momentarily, and nods.

She swallows, patting her son on the back, “Eat up,”

He continues eating, and watching the movie.

After 3 slices of pizza each and drinks to wash them down, Megan stood up, and smiled, “What do you want for desert? Since you’ve had chocolate milk, how about a banana or apple? Yogourt?-”

“Banana, please!” he smiled up at his mother.

“OK,” she nods and goes to the kitchen to get banana for her son and raspberry yogourt for herself.

He smiles, continuing to watch the movie.

She returns holding the banana in her left hand, and a small plastic tub of yogourt and spoon in her right hand. She holds out the banana, as she sits down on the couch again, “Here you go,”

He takes the banana and sticks the fingernail of his right thumb in the banana near the base of it’s stem, and tries to open it, “Agh, wish Daddy hadn’t cut my nails so short!” he frowns in frustration.

She sets the yogourt and the spoon down on the coffee table, and holds out a hand, “OK, give it tto me, please, honey,”

He hands his mother the banana, and she opens it with ease.

“There you go,” she hands the banana back. She opens her yogourt and starts eating.

“Thank you,” he happily starts eating the banana.

Not long after, the movie was coming to an end, and the Sun outside, had fallen just below the horizon seen through the living room window.

Megan stands up, and looks down at her son, “Time for bed, sweetie,”

He frowns and stands up beside his mother, “I’ll put things away!”

She nods, and sniffs, “OK, be quick. Then go take your tummy meds and brush your teeth. Something tells me your tummy meds are working really well already. You’ve pooped your Pamper, I can smell it,”

“OK, Mommy,” he blushes a little at his mother’s comment while he puts the movie away in its box on the shelf, and starts turning things off.

She goes to get her son’s room set up for the second part of his bedtime routine.

Alexander goes to the bathroom, and opens the medicine cabinet over the sink and takes out a small plastic container, sealed with a foil cover. He pulls back the foil cover, tilts his head back with his mouth open wide and pours the clear golden sugary syrup down his throat, getting most of it down, only a little left behind. He licks the remaining syrup out with his tongue, cleaning it out. He then gets down on one knees and disposes of the container in the trash can next to the bathroom sink.

His mother sticks her head into the bathroom while he is brushing his teeth with mint-flavoured toothpaste on the bristles of his electric toothbrush, “Just got out your bed-time Pamper, and your astronaut PJ’s. Almost done, here?-Oh,”

He nods, busy brushing his teeth.

“Make sure you get all the way back in your mouth and on both sides of your mouth, both the front of your teeth and the back, like Dr. Ali said,” She glances at her watch and realizes it’s almost past her son’s usual bed-time, “Be quick, and come to your room as soon as your done, honey,”

He nods, rolling his eye’s with exasperation, while moving the whirring head of the toothbrush around in his mouth.

She leaves the bathroom, letting her son finish brushing his teeth in relative peace. Entering his room again, she makes sure the blinds on his bedroom window are closed.

He soon finishes brushing his teeth, rinsing his mouth out with a cup full of cold water. Alexander goes back to his room, finding his mother waiting with things ready.

“Let’s get your shorts and sandals off, sweet-peaches,” she comes to her son, now standing in the middle of his room, and kneels down to pull down his shorts, she finds her son’s Pamper sagging between his legs, “Someone’s soaked and messy, huh?”

He stands there, with his legs slightly parted and puts his hands on his mother’s shoulders to steady himself, “Guess so,” he glances down at his diaper, and sees the front and disappearing between his legs bulging downward slightly with contained wetness, then nods at his mother.

She gently picks up his left foot, removes the rubber sandal and pulls the shorts off on that side, then sets that foot back down. “OK, next one!” she pics up his right foot and takes the second sandal off and takes the shorts right off, “OK, go lay on your bed,”

He goes and sits on the change pad his mother had laid out on his bed, with a soft squish, lifts up his legs and swivels around so he is laying along the bed, “There, mommy,”

She comes over and kneels down on one knee and starts tearing the tapes on his diaper away from the front of the diaper, “Part your legs, sweetie,”

He parts his legs, and the sudden coolness from the open diaper makes him pee one last time.

She lifts the front of the diaper away from her son, and pushes the front down between his legs, “Roll on your side, please,”

He rolls onto his left side, facing away from his mother, “OK,”

She nods, “Yep, and I was right, your tummy meds are working really well. Now, don’t move please,” she takes a moist wipe from the container it came in, and starts cleaning most of the mess off her son’s bottom and between his legs.

He squirms, kicking his legs slightly, “Sorry, mommy, but the wipe is cold!”

Sh nods again, “I know, almost done with this one, then we use the bum wash, to keep your skin comfy,”

He nods, “OK,”

She takes the small spray bottle from her son’s dresser top, and gently sprays his bottom, “There we go, now we get the last bits off in a moment, but raise your hips, so I can get this diaper out and away first,”

He does as he’s asked, grunting softly, since it’s not easy to do, “Quick!”

She nods, and pulls the diaper out from under her son’s raised bottom, “OK, down again,” she rolls it up slightly to keep things contained inside it.

He relaxes and rests his hip back down onto the change pad, smiles up at his mother over his right shoulder.

She takes a second most wipe from the container, and washes away the last bits of mess from his bottom, “All clean now, on your back, please,”

He rolls onto his back and parts his legs again.

She takes a third most wipe, and cleans up his abdomen and boy bits and again between his legs, “Bum up again, please,”

He raises his bottom, and waits for his mother to unfold a fresh Pampers 7 Baby Dry diaper, and slide it under him.

She makes sure the diaper is in the right place, “OK, bum down again,”

He lowers his bottom, and parts his legs, “Lots more comfy, now,” he smiles up at his mother.

“That’s good. Comfy for a good night’s sleep,” She takes the bottle of baby power, and sprinkles some over his abdomen, private parts, and onto his fresh diaper open between his legs. She brings the front of the diaper up from between his legs and unfolds the front flaps, and snugly tapes the back flaps to the front, “All done. Now you can get your PJ’s on,”

He gets up, and gets his pyjama-top on, then gets on his pyjama bottoms. The bottoms don’t exactly conceal the Pamper-clad state of his middle. The pattern of the pyjama top and bottom look like a spacesuit, “Mommy, can I read more of the ‘Mouse and the Motorcycle’, please?”

While her son got his pyjamas on, Megan took her son’s used Pamper to the bathroom and dumped the mess in the toilet and flushed then washed her hands and returns to put the used diaper in the sealed diaper disposal container in her son’s bedroom closet. She looks at her watch and the shakes her head at her son, “If it wasn’t already past your bed-time,”

He hangs his head and sighs, “Mommy! It’s summer break! The school year is done!” he frowns at his mother.

“Alexander, it’s already past your bedtime, even when school’s out,” she knelt down on one knee and gave her son a gentle hug, “It’s great that you’re having fun with the book, but it’s not going anywhere. You don’t want to be a bear in the morning, do you? You can continue it tomorrow,”

He stomps his foot and whines, burying his face in his mother’s shoulder, he starts to sob.

“Now, Alexander, you know better then to stomp your foot at me,” she says with a frown, then sighs, “I promise you, can read more tomorrow,”

He bawls softly, as his mother gently turns him toward his bed, and leads him over to it, “I’m sorry, Mommy,”

She nods, “I know, but you’re certainly acting cranky and tired, ‘Zander,”

He watches, while his mother takes his change pad from his bed and fold it neatly, “OK, mommy,” He sits on the side of his bed, and puts his legs on the bed, and rolls onto his side, facing away from his mother.

She kneels down and lays a light sheet over him, and gives him a kiss behind his left ear, “Sweet dreams, honey,”

He rolls onto his back and holds his arms out to his mother, “Hugs and kisses good night?” he sniffles, sounding hopeful that he’s already been forgiven for his crankiness.

She sits on the side of his bed, “Of course,” she give s her son a hug, and a kiss on his forehead.

He hugs his mother back gently, and gives her a kiss on the cheek, “Night-night, mommy,”

“Night-night, sweet-pea,” She strokes his forehead.

He rolls back onto his side, facing away from his mother again, and curls into a foetal position under the bed-sheet.

She stood up, and headed for the door of her son’s bedroom.

He was soon fast-asleep.

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Author: LilDavid
Timestamp: Sep 26, 2022 at 11:07 PM
Content: He's an only child, but there is a Daddy, who does get mentioned in the second part in passing. Unmentioned in the story, but think he's on a business trip. Has nothing to do with the events in the story.