Your step-mommy hired me to tutor you in college math but it looks more like you should be in kindergarten. As I’m beginning of first lesson I begin to notice something odd about you from your Sesame Street T-shirt to your light up sneakers and that crinkly diaper you’re wearing underneath. All signs point to you being a wimpy little diaper boy and I bet you’re going to soil that diaper before the end of our lesson.