The boys were at Tommy’s house. It was an emergency. He had called them and asked that they come over. They knew it was serious by the panic in his voice. He had met them at the door, let them in, and rushed them to his room.
“What’s wrong?” asked Billy.
“Yeah! What’s goin’ on?”
“What’s that awful smell?” asked Josh while holding his nose.
Tommy pointed to his bed. The smell was coming from there. The closer they got the worse it got. They could see something lying on the bed. It was wiggling and squirming, and making funny noises.
“What’s on your bed?” asked Jason.
“My baby brother Timmy,” came the reply.
“Your baby brother. What’s he doing here?”
“Mom had to go to the store. Left him here with me.”
“Ok, but what’s that gotta do with us?” Billy asked.
“Can’t you smell it?” he asked.
“Uh-huh! What is that smell?”
“What do you think it is? He pooped his diaper!”
“That’s what that is?”
“Uh Huh!”
“Then change his diaper.”
“I don’t know how,” answered Tommy.
“I’ve seen it done. It can’t be that bad,” offered Josh.
“Is it hard to do?”
“I don’t think so,” he replied.
“Let’s do it. It stinks so bad I can hardly breathe!”
“Tommy, it’s your brother. It’s your job!”
Tommy nodded and went to the bed. He took a look at his brother, back at the boys, shrugged his shoulders, and began. He picked Timmy up and instantly gagged.
“Man is he ripe!” he muttered while lying his face up on the bed.
Unsnapping his sleeper, they could see poop oozing out around his legs.
“Quick, get me a towel!” ordered Tommy, “I don’t want poop on my bed!”
Billy ran to the bathroom, grabbed a monogrammed decorative towel off the shower door, and returned to Tommy’s room.
“Pick him up. I’ll put the towel under him,” ordered Billy.
Tommy did as ordered. No sooner had he picked Timmy that it happened. The wet, overloaded diaper fell apart, dumping its foul contents on Tommy’s bed, feet and floor. Timmy giggled with joy after being freed from his offensive diaper.
The boys stood there in horror.
“I’m goin’ home!” shouted Billy.
“Me too!” added Josh.
“Bye, Tommy,” called Jason while heading for the door.
“Oh, no you don’t!” ordered Tommy, “you’re gonna help me!”
“Tommy!!!”
“Please!!! Burgers are on me at the diner if you help me.”
“Not enough. It’s gonna cost you fries, drinks, and ice cream also.”
Tommy slumped his shoulders, calculating the cost in his head.
“Deal!”
The boys looked at each other, sighed, and nodded their heads.
“Hold the towel under him. We’ll put him in the bathroom sink,” he ordered, “be careful and don’t step in anything.”
By this time Timmy was a mess. Somehow he had got his hands in it and was smearing it on Tommy’s arms and face. Gagging, he put Timmy in the sink, turned on the hot water and began depooping him.
“What do you want us to do?” asked Billy.
“Get some washcloths, wet them, and begin wiping up poop. Get a bucket out of the garage, fill it with water and get busy. We have to hurry before mom gets home!”
The boys did as they were told. Retching and gagging, they began cleaning up poop.
The harder they rubbed the worse it became. Tommy’s blue bedspread turned a dark brown along with his sheets.
“Tommy, come here. We’ve got a problem,” called Jason.
Tommy left Timmy in the sink and went to his room.
“Oh, no! What did you do? I said wipe it up, not rub it in. Mom’s gonna kill me!”
“What do we do?”
“The washing machine! Let’s wash it.”
The boys stuffed the bedspread into the machine, put in four cups of detergent, two full caps of bleach ,and set the water temperature on hot.
“That oughta do it,” said Billy.
“What about the rug? There’s poop on it,” asked Jason.
“Let’s work on it. Maybe we can get it clean.”
“Ok!”
While Tommy was taking care of Timmy the boys worked on the rug. The harder they scrubbed the more they stained the rug.
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know!”
“We gotta hide the stain!”
“Tommy, do you have any dirty clothes?”
“Yes, in my closet, why?” he asked.
“Never mind!”
They got the dirty clothes and covered the spot. Tommy came back with a clean Timmy.
He laid him on the bed and stared at him.
“Anybody know how to put on a diaper?”
The boys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
“It can’t be that hard,” offered Jason.
Forty-five minutes later they thought they had it right. Every time they picked Timmy up it fell off. Finally, in desperation, they Scotch-taped it on. Tommy found a clean sleeper, got it on Timmy, and put him in his crib.
“Boy, am I glad that’s over,” he said, “how many rolls of tape did we use?”
“Six. That diaper will never come off.”
The boys heard the back door open and knew Tommy’s mom was home.
“Tommy! What have you done?” she screamed.
“What did I do?” he nervously answered.
“Get in here right this minute!” she ordered.
The boys went to the laundry room. The washing machine was rocking back and forth and it was spewing soap suds. The floor was wet and slippery and water was spreading towards the living room.
“Quick, get me a mop! If the living room rug gets wet it will shrink!’ she ordered, “find some towels and start sopping up water.”
On hands and knees, they worked. Tommy’s mom got the washing machine stopped and looked inside. She drug his once blue bedspread out of it and stared. It was covered with white bleach spots.
“Tommy, you have some explaining to do! What happened?”
“Timmy pooped!”
“Is he ok?” she asked while making a beeline for Timmy’s crib.
Billy, Jason, and Josh headed for the door in a hurry.
“Thanks, guys,” said Tommy.
“You’re on your own. We’re leavin’”
“Tommy!!!!!!”
June 24, 2023