But none of that mattered now; James was zoned out in his own world as he let it all out, peeing in the process. He could see Mayra through some cracks and knew she was going to change his diaper, so he yelled “I make poopie in diaper! Rawr!”
Mayra stumbled back as James made a break for it, the smell of his bulging Huggies trailing behind him as he scrambled up the staircase to the main floor. She gave chase, a little faster this time as there was no hiding what he had done or the very real fear she had that it could leak. She followed him back upstairs where he hide across the coffee table, trying to maneuver past her. He faked her out to the left, going around her from the right as he barrelled into the kitchen. “Ay, be careful, pequeño,” she called, hurrying after him. “You might trip and…”