“Potty pwease!” she squealed, willing even to use a stupid potty seat to poop in now, an idea that mortified her only hours ago.
“Potty? I wonder where she learned that word,” Joy mused.
“P’ease, wanna potty,” Rachel repeated.
“She must’ve heard it at daycare,” Sara suggested.
They were ignoring her! How could they just stand there and allow her to poo-poo her diaper?! It infuriated Rachel. Then she felt the final cramp. Despite all her willpower the body betrayed her, pushing in response. She felt the mess ooze out from her bottom, squishing into the seat of her diaper.