“Brian, look at the mess you’ve made,” she chided, gesturing to the yellow puddle on the linoleum floor.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“It’s okay dear, learning the potty isn’t easy. You just need to remember to stay put if you feel the urge to tinkle. Now you’ve gotten your nice outfit all dirty,” she said, crouching and drawing the soaked shortalls off his feet.
“I’ll get you a new pair of big-boy pants, but these will have to dry out for a bit,” she remarked, carrying them away.
As Pam left the room Rachel thought she’d actually escaped for once. She did feel truly awful for Brian but at least she’d been spared. Or so she thought. Then the sound of several grown men and women tinkling loudly in their potties began to affect her. The urge to pee hit suddenly and violently.