At the top you stumble slightly from the motion needed to let the poma go. You’ve got to spread you legs slightly and slip off. But suddenly free, the poma springs out of your grip. The surprise combined with the awkward stance gets you. But you stay upright and come to a stop to wait for mama. She crests the mountain a few moments later.
“You want a change now?” she asks quietly as you glide the short distance to the shelter.
You’re not sure. Your nappy doesn’t feel bad, but you do know nappies will leak if you use them too much.
“Maybe.”