Still, you mind turns to if other people your age wished to be back in nappies. perhaps they wanted to, but embarrassed like you are about wanting it. For a moment you imagine those two girls are your friends, and you’re all playing togethering in the snow. Under your snow clothes are secure nappies — just girls who didn’t have to worry about those sorts of things, because someone like mama wants to look after you.
You wonder if any of your friends back home could understand, or even be willing to listen long enough that you could explain it. Maybe, you hope.
“Ready?” mama asks.
You nod.
“Uh huh,” you hum.