A friend shows up at the door.

Jim and Lila find their place at the kitchen table - Jim's seat equipped with a large booster that fit the contours of his legs and diapered butt perfectly - as they both waited patiently for his dad to bring their breakfast. Jim grabbed his sippy cup full of orange juice and helped himself.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," said Jim, who got up and went to the door.

At the door stood Jim's best friend and neighbor Timothy. He was shorter than Jim and pudgier. Contrasting Jim's blue shirt and white and blue diaper, Timothy wore an orange and yellow shirt that matched his red hair. He wore a diaper just like Jim, but while Jim's diaper was out in the open, Timothy wore orange plastic pants fastened by massive yellow buttons that looked much like a diaper over his actual diaper, made both to look cute and to prevent the real diaper from undoing itself by accident.

"Hey Jim, hey Mr. and Mrs. Hirsch."

"Hey Timmy," said Lila and James Sr. nonchalantly.

They see Timothy almost every day to the point where they were like a second pair of parents to him, Jim and Timothy a lot like brothers. While Jim's parents moved into the town when Jim was still a baby, Timothy was born here, his family living in the same culdesac as the one Jim's family moved into. They became friends almost instantly. Whenever the two were together, everybody had a habit of calling them "Jimmy and Timmy", almost like they were a comedy duo or business partners.