“Howaaard!”, Anita said with a threatening rise in tone.
“Y..yes, mam,” Howard answered in a little boy’s defeated squeak.
“Better!”, Anita said in a gentler voice, “When Sara leaves we’re going to the bedroom to get you changed into some dry clothes. Okay?”
“Okay,” said Howard with his head hung low.
Sara patted Howard on the head and said, “No one likes a little boy who’s a smarty-pants! Just do as your Aunt tells you and everything will work out alright. She really does have your best interests at heart. If she has to stuff a diaper in your pants, it’s for your own good!
