Brian sobbed quietly as his mom snuggled him close. He couldn’t deny that this felt really nice, being in his Mommy’s strong protective arms. Her sweater was soft and cuddly on his skin and she smelled of her familiar perfume. Brian leant his face onto her shoulder, drying his tears on it while her hand rubbed his back.
As his sniffles slowed down he heard Mommy whisper into his ear again. “There we go. Feeling better sweetie?”
Brian pulled back and looked into his Mommy’s loving face, seeing that her eyes filled with concern for him. Whatever else was wrong, it at least felt nice to be so loved. He didn’t have to reply to her question, as she could see his answer in his eyes.
“Okay, let’s get you up so Rachel can make her tinkles too,” she directed, lifting Brian back to his feet by his armpits and helping him back into his pull-up and overalls.
Brian was led over to the couch to wait while Rachel did her business. Mommy sat next to him and slipped his teddy, Buddy, into his arms to comfort him. It didn’t surprise him that much anymore that snuggling the teddy in his arms was actually quite comforting. In fact he found himself resting his head against his Mommy’s shoulder again, growing a bit sleepy. His potty ordeal had really been quite draining.
Megan meanwhile was being forced to give up her attempts to retain a shred of her privacy as he mother pulled her hands away from her privates so she could wipe her clean. The young woman at least managed to face the opposite wall so that all Brian could see was her bare bum. After a few moments Amanda helped Megan to step into a new white pull-up with pink print swirls.
“There we go, all set!” Amanda declared.
Megan stared at her, dumbfounded. “What about my pants?” she asked.
“Oh, I don’t think we need to bother with those, princess. It’ll be nap-time soon anyway.”
“I don’t wanna run around in just a dumb pull-up Mommy!”
Amanda chuckled and said to Sara, “Isn’t it cute when they try to act all grown up,” ignoring the girl’s plea.
“I know, they all want to grow up so quickly!” Sara agreed. “Soon they’ll be missing the days when they could run around with no pants on.”
The sounds of pee-pee splashing in the potty echoed through the room again and all heads turned to look at Rachel. The poor young lady, only yesterday an honour student and mature adult, had her face buried in her hands as she peed. “That’a girl!” Joy was praising her, to no avail.
Rachel finally looked up from her hands with anger etched across her face. She was humiliated alright, but she was also pissed. “This is all wrong! I will not let you treat me like this!” she spat at her mother.
“Rachel, good girls don’t talk to their mommies that way,” Amanda sternly told the girl. “And remember to use your inside voice please,” she added.
The young woman on the oversized potty fumed, but seemed stung by her mom’s rebuke. Joy turned to the other moms and said, “I think they’re all getting pretty cranky. Rachel certainly needs a nap anyway.”
“Yes, I think they could all do with a nap before we get a full-blown temper tantrum,” Amanda agreed while Sara nodded. Joy helped Rachel to stand again, wiping her dry with a tissue and then letting her slide her pull-ups back up.