I asked myself this question today and I found it rather hard to answer. I don't think I could ever want to witness the death of that side of myself. Some how, it wouldn't feel right; it just wouldn't be fair.
For the first time since becoming an adult baby, I looked in the mirror today and I saw a grown ass man in a diaper, vs the cute little baby I've always seen and it scared the hell out of me.
What I can't understand is, if that's how I've really always felt about it deep down, then why am I still sitting in my gear while I'm typing this and not gathering it all to throw it in the nearest trash bin, trying to forget it ever happened?