Team8s and Counting

128. A Little Accident

Barf Bag was doing some preparations before she had to go back to work tomorrow. She had the day off, while Donut was at the hospital reception desk. The only other one at home was Needle, who was getting ready to wait for all the kids to come home.

Just as Barf Bag was finishing up work stuff, she received a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" She responded.

Needle, who was doing the dishes, couldn't help but overhear her on the phone.

"Oh no? Is he doing okay?" Barf Bag said into the phone.

Needle tried to brush it off, but was worried that something might have happened to either Donut or one of the kids. Once she was off the phone, Needle just had to ask what was going on.

"What was that call about, Barf Bag?" Needle asked.

Barf Bag sighed, "It's Sack...he...he had a bit of an accident in his chair at school."

Needle placed her hands over her mouth. "Oh no," she whispered.

"Yeah, it looks like I'm going to have to pick him up early, apparently he's pretty shaken up about it." Barf Bag felt terrible for her son, knowing that he probably panicked and wasn't thinking straight.

"I'm sorry Barf Bag," Needle said, "I know how shy of a kid he can be."

"Apparently all the other kids were making fun of him for wetting his chair," she continued, "I was hoping something like this didn't happen, I made sure both of the kids knew from a very young age to never be afraid to ask to use the bathroom. He was doing so well and then...uh...this is totally going to put such a damper on his confidence."

"Right at the beginning of the school year too, man, poor guy," Needle said.

"Can I borrow your car?" Barf Bag asked, "Donut has ours."

Needle nodded, "Sure, I don't need it for a while anyway."

Barf Bag took Needle's car and drove off as fast as she could. Once she got there, she ran into the school, finding Sack in the nurse's office in tears.

"Mommy?" He said, taking his face out of his fands.

Barf Bag gave him a hug, "Buddy, I'm so sorry you had an accident."

Sack continued to cry, still shaken by the situation, "She...she wouldn't let me go."

"What?" Barf Bag questioned.

Sack sighed, "Ms. Feather...I asked if I could use the bathroom, she said I should've gone during lunch. I didn't know what to do...I had to go...I'm so sorry mom."

Barf Bag instantly became filled with anger, "She...she didn't let you go to the bathroom when you asked."

Sack nodded, burying his head in his knees.

"Sack," Barf Bag said calmly, trying to hide her anger, "you did the right thing by asking to go. That wasn't very nice of your teacher to say you couldn't."

Sack looked up at her, his eyes red from crying. "But... now everyone thinks I'm a baby."

Barf Bag's heart sank. She hugged him tighter, running her hand through his hair. "No, Sack, you're not a baby. Accidents happen, and it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. It's the teacher's job to make sure you can go when you need to."

Sack stayed quiet, still feeling the sting of humiliation from the day. Barf Bag sighed softly, trying to think of the right thing to say to make him feel better.

"We'll talk to Ms. Feather and make sure this doesn't happen again, okay? You don't have to go through this by yourself."

Sack nodded but still didn't seem convinced. His small frame trembled as he replayed the day's events in his head. Barf Bag could see the weight he was carrying and knew she had to get him out of there, at least for now.