“Annabelle, did you really do that in your diaper?”
I knew better than to lie, especially when mommy would be able to discover the truth easily enough. Even though mommy didn’t exactly specify what she was wondering that I had really done in my diaper, I knew what she meant.
“Yes,” I muttered, looking down at my feet.
“Elaine,” mommy said. “Look in the trunk to see if we brought your sister’s diaper bag.”
“I don’t see it,” my sister called back.
As uncomfortable as I was becoming, I didn’t mind that the diaper change would have to wait until we had reached the privacy of the hotel. With the shorts back on as well, I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing my diaper in the hotel lobby.