John turned in his seat; he looked groggy, like he’d just woken up too. “Sorry bud, you had a leak in your sleep.” He turned forward again as he added, “See, putting the plastic on the seat wasn’t such a crazy idea.” I’m not sure if he was saying it for my benefit or Mom’s. I guess it doesn’t much matter.
I was honestly stunned that I hadn’t regained consciousness while my pants were being removed. The question kept repeating in my mind, “How could I sleep through something like that?”
Apparently Mom could see me in the rear view mirror and guessed the question that was perplexing me, because she answered it without me having to ask. “You slept right through the changing, just like you used to do when you were tiny.”
“Oh look, there’s the house.” John said, sounding almost as excited as I should have been had I not been suddenly overtake with panic as I realized that Joey and his mom were about to see me and my diaper without any pants.
“I need to put on my pants!” I screamed, as the car slowed to a stop, but no sooner had the car stopped, then the car door beside me opened.