Pam looked down at him and chuckled. “Looks like we have a little streaker here,” she joked. “So you went potty did you?”
Timmy nodded emphatically.
“Where’d you do that hon’?”
“Dere!” Timmy announced, pointing to the bush.
“Honey, that’s good that you didn’t use your pull-up, but big boys use the potty chair. Can you try and wait till you’re on the chair next time? For me honey?”
Timmy nodded solemnly now.
“Okay, now where are your big boy pants ya little jaybird?”
Timmy pointed wordlessly at the bush again.
“Well go get ‘em if you’re a big boy.”
Timmy hurried across the grass again, bending over and picking up the pull-ups with both hands. Then he returned and handed them to Pam, who praised him for keeping them dry and then helped the six-foot tall half-naked man slip them back onto his legs and up to cover himself again.