My mom changed my diaper right on the park bench. It was horrible
She now was taking us to the Robinson's.
Great. At least I'm dry now.
*in the Robinson's living room*
I'm forced to sit in my moms legs and look at mrs Robinson who holds her 3 year old in her legs. The moms are taking. 3 year old, Mason was trying to help me play with his blocks. We both got up and walked over to his toy chest.
I aimlessly started playing with a shape Matcher. There's that feeling again. I hAve to poo. I started sweating. The moms would probably blame the stench on mason because he's younger right? Yeah! I try to hold It in but when
I move my leg to move, diarrhea flood into my diaper.
It squashes for a full 40 seconds. The diaper expands and droops down to my knees, majorly.
I'm so asshamed. My face is red. The mess settles as pee also resurfaces into my diaper. The whole mess mushes around.
"Mason come here!" His mom said
He webt to her
"Eva, darling, you too this is a learning experience.!"
I walked to her and sat again. Feeling the horrid mess.
Mrs Robinson spoke, "mason show us your big boy boxers!"
He proudly shows his Superman underwear to everyone.
"Since Eva is much older and potty trained, mason wanted to be just like her! He's all potty trained!"
My head falls
My mom starts to speak
"Actually, we're still trying." She looks at me
"Eva can't seem to hold it in and not make a huge stink of herself in public, literally!" She laughs
Masons mom speaks again "she can try to use our potty chair since we don't need it anymore." She gestures to a plastic potty in the room.
My mom shifts it closer. I'm paralyzed
"Eva do you need to go pee pee or poo poo?"
That's when the stench hits their noses
His mom exclaims and holds masons waistband open
"Buddy did you have an accident?"
She let's go of the waistband
"It's not him"
All eyes go to me
"I have a feeling somebody else has a poopy butt." My mom pulls me to her nose and sniffs.
She then pulls back to waistband, making the smell worsen.
"Somebody gave us some chocolate presents today. And their resting in miss Eva's diaper."
My mom pats my butt in circles.
"Wait let me see," miss Robinson pulls me to her.
She then also pulls back the waistband.
"Squirts, here, doesn't seem to need the potty chair!"
I'm so embarrassed. Even mason is laughing at me.
My mom changes me in their living room as I cry and cry and cry.
