Say Hello to Mrs Anderson

"Say 'hello' to Mrs. Anderson, Danny. Don't be rude." Mrs. Killian nudged her squirming son.
"SOB! Hello, Mithth Anderthon." He lisped.
"Why, Betty. That is a clever idea! Keeping a bad boy in diapers and baby pants is sure to straighten him up."

Betty Killian was having a difficult time keeping her unruly son under control. His miscreant behavior had gone from back-talking to petty thievery, and this truly alarmed her.
After consulting with his grandmother, an old-fashioned sort, she decided to take her advice. Nothing else had worked.
As expected, Danny didn't accept his new treatment right away. When she became fed up with his persistent lack of co-operation, she thought showing him off to their neighbors, some he had vandalized, would work.
"Where are his rubber pants, Betty?" Mrs. Anderson inquired. "His diapers will leak if he has an accident, won't they?"
"Sure, but they will cover his didees, and I want everyone to see them." Betty chuckled. "Do you need to go potty, Danny?" She rubbed his tummy.
"SOB! SOB! Yeth, ma'am."
"Well then, go wee-wee in your baby swaddling. That's what it's there for."
Mrs. Anderson clapped her hands in girlish delight. "My daughter will be home from school any time now. Perhaps she could help us change him."
Danny screamed like a 2-year-old girl.