Yes.

Michael steps into the shirts and allows Julie to pull them up his legs. Julie struggles to pull them over Michael's bulky diaper, but gets them there eventually.

"Twirl for me;" Julie orders once the shorts are on. Julie can't help but giggle as she sees Michael's diapered ass. Written across Michael's diapered rear end, in bold letters, is the word "BABY."

"That bad?" Michael asked Julie.

"No, it's perfect. I can barely tell you're in a diaper," Julie responded. "Why don't you go take a seat at the art table while I bag up your stinky clothes, then we can go upstairs and find your Mommy."

Michael looked at Julie, a little taken aback. "Mommy?" He repeated confused.

"Sorry, wife! Old babysitter habit! Especially when I have to wipe a poopy bottom!" Julie winked at Michael. "Now, go sit down!"

Michael complied. He waddled over to the child sized art table and sat in a chair. With his extra padding, the seat would have felt relatively comfortable, except that it was so short that his knees were almost in his face.

Michael watched, red-faced with embarassment as Julie unceremoniously packaged up his poopy underwear and pants in a clear plastic bag to send home, just like a preschool teacher would for any child who may have had and accident in their care. Looking at the bag, he wished it wasn't clear. The brown stains on his underwear smeared on the bag, announcing to anyone who looked what he had done. Michael felt pathetic.

"Ok, big boy, let's go find your momma... sorry, Wife!" Julie said, waving for Michael to join her.

Michael did as he was told. He stood up and toddled over to stand by Julie. Julie proceeded to grab his hand and lead him out of the room like an adult guiding a toddler.

Michael was worried as he walked back up towards the yoga studio with Julie. What was Kylee going to think if his predicament?