He’d wet himself in his sleep but not yet while awake. He recalled the disgust on Rachel’s face when she used her diaper the night before. It was clearly an awful experience.
Sara reached the front of the line and ordered a burger for herself and juice for the babies. Looking down at her little boy she saw him squirming in his seat.
“What’s the matter baby?” she asked, giving him a light tickle on his tummy again.
That was the last thing Brian needed. The tickle was the final straw. He giggled involuntarily and his immature bladder let go.