Back in the car again with the nasty seat-belt, this is why I like Dad's car better. His car has comfy seats not the hot slippery ones. His radio is never REALLY LOUD. Today my mom seems really angry. She gets like this sometimes, where everything I say makes her mad at me and I don't want her to be mad at me. I know she's angry because all four windows are rolled all the way down, I don't like it because the sun burns my lap and makes the seat-belt hotter than it already is. The windows are down because she's smoking, which I also hate because it makes all of my clothes smell like the nasty smoke. Dad never liked the smell because he gives me a bath and puts my clothes in a plastic bag when I get home and makes me wear them when I visit mom. I hear my favorite song about to play on the radio. "Can you keep this song on please? It's my favorite." She smiles back at me and leaves it on. Uh Oh.. I have to go potty. I can't tell my mom because then she'll be mad at me. I have to hold it, I have to. But I haven't seen the little yellow house with the angry man. I can't hold it for that long, maybe if I let a little out I can hold it for longer. OH NO.. I just went on myself. I have to try to hide it because if she sees it she's going to be even more angry. There's the yellow house what am I gonna do? I need to use my hands to cover the wet spot. She just parked and she has to unstrap my car seat. Is my seat-belt wet too? It is, my pants and seat-belt are both wet. She asked me to move my hands so she can undo the buckle. She doesn't know what's under my hands and I won't tell her. She moves my hands for me. She saw it, the wet spot. I already feel like crying, but my mom is already crying. Just looking down at me, I don't know what to do. She takes me out of my seat and carries me to the bathroom.
