Maybe he'll be understanding...

You approach the door, wearing nothing but a diaper, T-shirt, and bib. You open it, and you see Mark outside the door.

"Hey, John--" he says, stopping when he sees what you're wearing. "What the fuck...?"

You grab him by the shirt collar, and yank him inside, shutting the door behind him.

"Explain," he says, staring at your diaper. "Now."

You explain the situation, everything from the first bed-wetting to not being allowed to go to the party. Unfortunately, right as you end your story, you feel pressure inyour bladder, and then a warm damp feeling in your crotch.

This puts Mark over the edge, and he bursts out laughing. He even falls off of the couch. The loud noise is enough to bring your Mom running in.

"Oh hi Mark,"your Mom smiles. "I see you've found out your friend's secret."

"Heck yeah I have," he says as he calms his laughter. "And I think everyone else should, too!"