A Day with Raymond Landap

	Another morning has arrived in the City of Baywater, in the Harbington District, Raymond Landap, a rather, interesting Texas gray wolf is about to awaken from his slumber.
	He wears a simple white shirt and a diaper, wet of course. He is somewhat of an early bird.
	“Blep!” Raymond says to himself. “Fo wi”
	After a few more silly words, he heads for the bathroom, trying to decide. Should he poop in the potty? He decided, nah!
	Raymond is fully toilet-trained, but he is going through a phase…. hopefully, it’s only a phase….
	He hunkers down and grunts.

	“Raymond! No!” His dad stops him. Raymond immediately goes to the potty. While his dad thinks it is just a phase, he won’t just let the late 3-year-old go on himself.
	After using the toilet, his dad lays him on the floor to change his morning diaper. And after a quick bath, he gets a new diaper for the little one.
	“I want undies!” Raymond demands.
	“Why?” His dad asks. “You’re just going to poop in them again.”
	“No, I won’t.” Raymond claims, which is probably not true. 
	“Do you promise you will pee and poop in the potty?”
	“Yeah!”
	His dad sighs but gets him a pair of underwear. “Please use the potty for mommy.”
	“I will!”
	After having him dressed, he then puts the little tyke in a green shirt, and khaki shorts. He becomes objective to what he is dressed in, he wants to be the one that chooses what he wears!
	“Be good for mommy, okay?!” His dad cheers as he readies for work. Raymond sits at the dinning chair for some rice with egg scrambled in, and a seared piece of sausage. 

	Once breakfast was eaten, Raymond heads outside to the heavily wooded subdivision not far from an intersection. He looks at the red car in his neighbors parking lot and walks closer to it.
	“Blep?” he asks himself as he looks at the reflections in the car, out of nowhere, he screams at his reflection in the car’s body.

	“KID! What are you doing?!” The hurried neighbor shouts.
	“The guy in your car said he was going to poop on your hood.” Raymond responds, pointing to his reflection.
	The Neighbor did not have enough time to deal with Raymond’s shenanigans. 
	“Go play back at your house, little weirdo.” He says, as Raymond goes back to his property.

	Raymond heads to his fenced in backyard, playing with whatever toy was on the ground, foam dart guns, a tennis ball he likes to cut paper with, and his swing set. With a small play area, he climbs the ladder, and props up another ladder to the fence, where he would then walk across to balance himself on.
	With his hands out, he balances across the entire fence, while flapping his arms.
	“Tweet! Twat! Ima birb!” Raymond states proudly, not caring about the danger he is putting himself in, even the feral dogs were trying to nip him down, he balances to the edge before grabbing on the edge of his bedroom window, and using it to gently let him back down to the grass.

	“Raymond!” His mom calls. “Come on, we need to go to the store.”
	
He meets up with his mom and gets in his booster seat.
“Ready to go?”
	“Blep!” Raymond shouts at the top of his tongue. His mom shrugs and gets in the driver’s seat and pulls out of their driveway.
	She drives eastwards towards Tim road, a four-lane road that goes all the way to farm to market, the takes a left and heads north, leaving Harbington for the Old Farm district, they pass under the spur, and arrive at their first stop, a gas station with an old car shop nearby. Raymond’s mom stopped to fill her tank up with gas, and a cup of coffee.
They return to tim road and pass the red transmission shop, passing more homes and old industry sites before stopping at the stop light, where David’s BBQ is on the left. The take a right, and drive through the bayou drive portion of the Railwater Farms rural suburb, over the train tracks where an Orange’s gas station is, they continue straight until they reach a stoplight where turning would put you on the 4 laned Gant road, but the continue straight, then turn right onto the “Walls” big box chain grocery store.
She loads Raymond into her cart and pushes on inside, she bobs and weaves through many shoppers, loading her cart with vegetables.
“Broccoli!” Raymond points, his favorite vegetable, he tries to share, but the other kids call him a weirdo for liking them, not that Raymond cares, he follows his own tempo, and not just the random music blaring from the supermarket speakers.
She continues to head down for more essentials, meats, sausages, and a few snacks. She even picked up a old 2000s movie for the family to watch. “Crittertots in France.”
After this, she finally heads for the baby isle, where she picks up a box of diapers, and a few packs of pull-ups.
“Why that many?” Raymond asked.
“It’s because you won’t stop peeing and pooping your pants.” Momma explained. “I will probably have you wear one at the park.”
“I won’t poop my pants; I’ll use the toilet!” Raymond says. Where did his parents hear that before…?
She then puts more baby wipes and changing pads to the cart. “Sure, you will.”

They proceed to the checkout and make their payments.
“Raymond, do you need the potty right now?”
“No.” 
“Okay.”

	After loading the groceries, Momma drives out of the parking lot, and drives south on Gant road just a few minutes down, she stops at a burger joint, for a kid’s meal for her son, and she gets simple burger and fries.
	After a not so healthy meal, they drive back into harbington by driving just before the hospital, and driving through the “four corners” subdivision, at the end, they turn left to go over the slanted train track and drive down the road till it brings them back to Tim road. She then drives the rest back into the house.

	Back at home, She gets Raymond to help with he light bags towards the kitchen, while she takes the diapers and pullups to Raymond’s bedroom. She checks one more time if he needs the potty, but he still insists he does not. Regardless, she lays him down, removes his shorts and underwear, and fastens on a pullup for nap time.
	He naps for an hour like a good fox kit, and soon, he is awake, he removes the pullup and puts his underwear back on, and his mom has him wear shorts, which he objected. They head for the car, and drive just a little down the subdivision, and to a play park covered in thick woods, it has an old timey look, but many still like to play on it!

	Raymond runs for the swings and has great fun with many of the other kiddos his ages, even if they avoid him for being very weird. He then resumes for the monkey bars, slides, and all for great fun, then he felt it.
	It was time to go! So he goes to his mother.
	“Hey mom, I need to poop.”
	“Okay, let’s go to the toilet.”
	“I wanna go by myself.”
	“Why?”
	“I wanna go by myself!”
	“But you always pee and poop in your pants when you go by yourself.”
	“I won’t this time, I promise!”
	Momma just sighs, let’s just get this over with.
	“Alright…..” She says, as she gets her supplies ready, knowing the outcome.

	Raymond heads into the empty bathroom, tile wall with concrete floors, he heads down to the stall, and locks it, once clear, he pulls down his shorts, and pops a squat, he relaxes his bladder, and his undies darken in the front, before leaking out the back, he just lets it leak, once finished, he then grunts, and pushes, and with lots of effort, his underwear tents out, he had completely pooped in his underwear, on purpose too. Once done, he put his shorts back on and heads back out.
	His mom checks him and sighs. “So, you said you were going to use the potty, not your pants”
	“It is just a phase.” She tells herself, she walks him to the changing table, and cleans him up, fastening the pullup on him, while putting the used underwear and shorts in a bag. She then sits him at the bench, but she also gets a tape recorder out. Reason? She is about to hear his reason, and his reasons are, well, very entertaining.
	“So, Raymond, why did you decide to poop your underwear?”
	Raymond begins his story. “I walked into that bathroom about to use the toilet, then a head popped out of it, he yelled that he was trying to smoke weed.”
	“W-what? Weed?!” His mother asked, while her mind is saying. “I hope he doesn’t know what that is.”
	“Yeah, he pulled those weeds from a garden and was trying to light them on fire.”
	Phew, he does not know.
	“Okay?” His mom ponders, but with a slight chuckle. “Why was he burning ‘weed’?”
	“Because the pool was closed.”
	“The pool?” His mom asked.
	“Yeah, the swimming pool in the bathroom, it was closed.”
	“W-why was it closed?”
	“Because there wasn’t enough water in the pool, so I pulled my shorts down to pee.”
	“Uh-huh, you pulled your shorts down, but you still went in your underwear?”
	“Yeah! I didn’t want to get my pants wet.”
	His mom was starting to laugh.
	“He was happy the pool was reopened.” Raymond continues. “He hasn’t been the same since the divorce.”
	“WHAT?!” His mother shouted out loud, where did he come up with this?!

	After that bit of laughter, she let him go back to playtime, because she had enough of wild stories. And sometimes Raymond’s stories of why he misbehaves are among some of the wildest she has ever heard, that is why his parents record these conversations.

	A few hours later, they are back at home, Raymond had to help get his clothes into the washing machine while his dad comes home, he would scold Raymond for going in his pants, but for now, His mom shares the recorded conversation between the two, and his dad was wondering how he came up with his responses.
	Regardless, it was time for a carnivorous dinner, and nuggets for the little tyke, and some spiced steam broccoli.
	As the night greeted, it was movie night, the rather old movie, “Crittertots in France” was popped in, while Raymond was changed into a diaper for bedtime.
	Once changed, they sit at the sofa together, and begin to watch this millennial classic.