It was disappointing but not surprising when my hair appointment was interrupted by a phone call from my husband's babysitter, Bambi, telling me that he had wet his pants again. I had to hire Bambi because I could not trust my little baby hubby to be alone without either wetting himself or playing with himself all day but the poor girl has had enough of the pathetic sissy.

I come home with rollers still in my hair from the salon and find him on the kitchen floor, still sitting in a puddle of his own shame. He is equal parts terrified and humiliated, as I explain that Bambi quit b... Show more