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Soooooo I completely forgot I never finished this story.  Sorry!  There will be one more chapter after this. As Sharon settled in the chair with Aidan, he snuggled into her side. A little while later, he was getting cold, so he pressed himself against her even more. "I cold, Mommy," he complained. "Okay, sweetheart." Sharon covered him with a blanket and held him a little more tightly in her arms. She'd noticed that he'd sounded a little congested since he woke up from his nap and hoped he was just coming down with a cold. His cheeks were a little flushed now, though, so she held the back of her hand to his forehead. "Oh, sweetie, you're a

Aidan woke up one morning a few weeks after being promoted to a three-year-old.  Before he'd even opened his eyes, he assessed the status of his underpants and sheets, relieved when he didn't feel wet.  He'd only wet the bed twice and had a couple of daytime accidents in the last few weeks, and Sharon was very patient with him when it happened.  He still didn't like it when he wet his bed, though, and was always happy when he woke up dry.  He got out of bed to find his mommy. His head hurt, and he knew she would be able to fix it.  She wasn't in the kitchen or living room, so he tried her bedroom next.  She was still sleeping, so he climbed i

As promised, the next morning, Sharon dressed Aidan in SpongeBob underpants, khaki shorts, and a t-shirt. "Try to keep SpongeBob clean and dry, okay?" Sharon encouraged Aidan as she set him down to play. Aidan nodded and turned his attention to his toys. He had one close call, but he made it to the toilet without wetting himself all morning. After lunch, Sharon decided to put him in a pull up instead of a diaper for his nap. She wasn't pumping him full of juice anymore to give him more practice with using the potty, so she thought a pull up would be enough for a nap. She put mattress protectors on both of their beds, just in case. She encoura

By day four of Aidan's potty training, he was having fewer accidents. Sharon was dressing him in shorts and keeping him in the living room, a little farther away from the toilet, and he was getting better each day. He could get his pants down and use the toilet by himself, but he still had odd times where he wanted Sharon with him when he needed to go. She had still been staying by his side so she could change him as soon as he had an accident, but today, there was cleaning and laundry that needed to be done after being neglected for four days. Sharon pulled herself out of bed when she heard Aidan urgently calling for her through the monitor.

Aidan woke up the next morning, filled with dread. He wiggled around, taking inventory of his new body. He was definitely a lot smaller, and he was wearing footie pajamas with sailboats on them. But he also seemed to be wearing...Oh, God, a diaper?! At least it didn't appear to have been used. He sat up and looked around his room. He was in a toddler bed with a light blue bedspread, and there was a changing table where his desk was supposed to be. His other furniture was the same, but there was a basket of toddler-appropriate books and toys beside his dresser. And where was his mommy? Mommy?! Fantastic. Most of his brain activity also seemed

Aidan was three years old again.  He was shopping with his birth mother when he felt like he needed to pee pee.  "Mommy?"  He asked, tugging on her shirt hem.  "I need to go potty." "Not now," she said dismissively.  Some days, his mommy was very nice and didn't yell at him and took him to the potty when he needed to go, but other days, she was mean and wouldn't stop what she was doing if they were out somewhere and he needed to go.  Sometimes he was able to hold it until they got home, but a lot of the time, he wasn't.  He would beg her endlessly to take him to the potty until he wet his pants on her mean days, and then she would beat him w