The need to poop had begun to grow shortly after the incident at the sandcastle. Mommy had indicated that I was supposed to use the diaper, and she hadn’t given an exception for doing number two. Normally, even when I was wearing a diaper and was expected to wet it if I needed to pee, mommy still wanted me to let her know when I needed to do number two so that I could do that on a toilet. But maybe being at the beach was different. And maybe I’d be able to hold it in until we got to the hotel anyways.
We didn’t start packing to leave the beach until Elaine started whining to mommy and daddy about how bored she was. I would never have gotten away with that, but sure enough, a few minutes later we had packed up all the beach toys, folded the towels, and taken apart the umbrella.