Your father rubs his temple, clearly disappointed in you as he processes how his only son could be such a baby. After some thought, he glares at you causing you to shrink inside.
"Boy, if you're going to wet the bed like a toddler, then you're going to be treated like one until you prove to me that you can control yourself again. One month, no exceptions."
You widen your eyes and even your mother seems shocked. She intervenes. "A toddler, Harold?! Isn't this too much?"
"It's not too much!" he snaps back, causing you to flinch, "...he's gonna learn the hard way and maybe then, he'll be motivated to man up!"
Your mother, Ellie sighs and face palms, unsure how to respond. On the other hand, you dread what this could mean.
"Um so... wh-what does that mean?" you ask, nervously.
"The whole package, boy. Baby food, diapers, a crib, you'll have to ask us or someone to change your diapers, and you won't be able to go to the bathroom."
He pauses, looking at your horrified expression, but he didn't feel the least guilty. He snorts, looking towards Ellie. "Might as well have him be carried around and breastfed while we're at it. Kid's scrawny as hell."
You couldn't believe it, slumping down to the floor. In your despair, your father scoffs. "Is the baby going to leak again? Get over it, boy. This is for your own good."
He leaves with a huff and goes to watch a football game that's about to start. That leaves you with your mother who stares at you with pity.
You plead to her. "M-mom, this is too much. You agree right? Don't let him-"
"Sweetie," she cuts off with a sad smile, "I'm afraid it's out of my hands. You've made too many mistakes now that it's hard for me to try to appease your father again. I'm afraid you'll have to suck it up."
"Wh-what..."
With no support, you feel tears well up in your eyes. This pulls on your mother's maternal instincts and she she drops close to you, hugging you.
"Ssh...it's okay, sweetie. I'll take care of you as much as I can. Now, hold on me and let's get you fitted properly."
What do you do?