Wet Mr. Weenie

As instructed, Lion is in a diaper this weekend while we’re home. Anytime he would have been naked, he’s in a diaper. He’s been very good about informing me when he pees and asks if he can change an hour after he’s wet.

There were only a few times in his diaper-wearing adventures that I made him wear one while we were in public. It seemed to be too much. For both of us. I was worried people would see it or it would leak. Lion was just unhappy about wearing it. For now, I’ve limited it to in-house use. That can always change.

I’m not making Lion sleep in his diaper because sleep is a commodity that seems hard to come by for us under normal circumstances. I don’t want to make it any more difficult than it has to be. Lion likes sleeping nude and I like having a nude Lion sleeping next to me. So no diaper at night. That can always change too.

This weekend Lion will be playing with his drone outside. While he’s clothed he won’t need to wear a diaper. I don’t want him to have to worry about anything other than flying. If I distract him with wet pants he’s likely to crash. We don’t want that. So no diaper while clothed even at home.

Last night Lion said as long as he has to wear a diaper he might as well be unlocked. Oh yeah? Who made that rule? He waved his hand in the air and said,


Then I asked who gets to make the rules.

”Not me.”

That’s what I thought. Now, last weekend he was supposed to be wild and diapered, but our plans changed. I never said he would be wild this weekend. Maybe next weekend he’ll be wild with another trade off. I don’t know. You never know what’s going to happen in the Lions’ den.