“No! Nope!” you cry.
Tickling is great when you do it to Lucy, but less so when it’s you. Or at least, at the moment; it’s usually funny afterwards. But that doesn’t deter mama.
“I’ll pee!” you cry again, but after you say it, you realise the words were both silly and absolutely would not deter mama.
As she begins to tickle you, you squirm and laugh. Then the damn breaks, and it starts to fill your nappy. It’s a strange shock, so much so that you suddenly sag against mama, your bladder crying out in relief. Mama hugs you comfortingly you as wet your nappy. You close your eyes as the flow keeps going, as you feel the warmth sucked up by the soft padding wet your front and bum.
“All better?” mama asks.
