Yes, but one of them needs to go with them.

His mom, who was in the middle of sipping her cup of coffee when her son asked him, savored the taste as she thought.

"Mmh... I guess it can be okay."

Jim and Timmy flung there arms upward in a 'woo-hoo'.

"But I don't want the two of you going there alone."

"But Mom, it isn't that far away, and we'll have each other."

It was true. Ducky Creek was just across the street from the neighborhood's entrance, just up the street from their culdesac. That was why the neighborhood was called "Mallard Valley."

"No 'buts'. I just want to make sure that the two of you are safe. The dam there is slippery and one of you could get hurt."

Jim and Timmy pouted a little, but were still thrilled that they were going.

This was also true. The river itself was natural, but over the years, small man-made dams were built through it to increase the leveling of the river so that it flowed easier. This was the reason why it was deep enough for fishing and swimming, and while the dams were holding strong, they were covered in algae and it made them and the surrounding rocks slippery.

"But before we do that, lets dress you up appropriately. You swim in that thing it might absorb the whole river."

Jim had long since stopped laughing at that joke, both of his parents having used it every time they went swimming.

Jim, Timmy and his mom all went into Jim's room. Timmy went to a nearby chair and sat himself down in it, Jim sat back onto the changing table and his mom dug through a box kept by the stack of unused adult diapers before pulling something out. It looked a lot like a diaper, but instead of being white with bits of blue, it was all-blue with fish decorating it. It was a Fishy-Britches® diaper, a brand of swim-diaper made down-town and used as a swim-diaper for the older babies that catered to the adult-baby/infantilist life-style.

His mom undid Jim's diaper, scooted it to the side and quickly applied the new diaper. Since Jim's regular diaper was unused and freshly applied, she rolled it up and put it on Jim's empty crib and taped up the swim-diaper without powdering him, planning on putting him back into the unused regular one when they came back.

As Jim sat up and stood up, his mom went back to the box and pulled out a pair of plastic swim briefs. They looked a lot like the Timmy's plastic pants, but they were dark blue instead of orange, and instead of buttons, it had straps of velcro and a little string to fasten it tight. She easily applied it onto him, acting as a sort of second diaper for her son.

She turned to her son's friend.

"Hey Tim, do you need one too?"