Not much happened the following morning.
If this were a typical diaper story, then Sandy would have come in and checked on us, determining who was wet, and who was dry. Or maybe the girls and I would have compared pull-ups to see who'd wet the most.
But such things only happened in stories. We were young, and innocent, and we simply didn't care. Especially Britney and Kaylee. Unlike me, they never tried to be anything but themselves, and I always admired that.
Now, I don't mean to imply that my friends were perfect. Far from it. Britney was extremely smart, but this also led to her being mean-spirited at times. Sometimes, she would exclude her younger sister on pure principle. And while Kaylee was usually laid back, she had a hot temper, and she was quick to make a scene when she didn't get her way. Usually, that meant tattling to their mother.
But in that moment, they simply were. And for a little while, I felt the same way. We all wore our pull-ups at the breakfast table without shame. Sandy made us pancakes that day, and I have a clear memory of us all sitting around the breakfast table together.
Of course, the moment eventually came to an end. We all changed out of our pajamas after breakfast, and Sandy brought me my clothes from the day before, fresh from the dryer. My mom picked me up a few hours later, and that was that.
A few weeks passed before I saw Britney and Kaylee again. That's how things go when you're young; you're constantly at the mercy of your parents' schedules.
I missed the pull-ups almost as much as I missed my friends. Every time I had to pee, I thought about how much easier things had been that fateful night.
I didn't mention this before, but I had a bit of an overactive bladder. I didn't have any accidents per se, but I definitely used the bathroom more than most kids my age. Road trips were always a source of stress, and I could never make it through an hour of school without a bathroom trip.
My parents took me to the doctor at one point, but she didn't seem too concerned. Especially since I never had any true accidents.
I even remember the exact conversation at my appointment. The doctor asked my mother, "Does she have any problems staying dry?"
"No," my mother answered at once. "She hasn't had an accident in years."
As you can imagine, this made diapers even more appealing to me. How wonderful would it be just to go and change later? More than once, I thought about wetting my bed on purpose in the desperate hope that my parents would put me in pull-ups.
Alas, I never mustered up the courage.
But I got my chance a few weeks later when I went on a road trip with my friends.
