Outside Pam was helping the children out of their smocks after washing the paint off them with a garden hose. Rachel stood in line sulking and trying not to make eye-contact with Brian while Pam washed Timmy’s buzz-cut hair clean of the green paint he’d gotten in it. When she lifted his smock off though, Timmy started to grab at the crotch of his visible pull-ups, knees bending inwards.
“Timmy gotta potty!” he announced loudly.
“Oh, okay, just hold it in for me like a big boy and Miss Cawley will be right out to take you to the potty. Can you hold it like a big boy for me?”