I don’t know why, but the road trip to Joey’s was as boring as it could possibly be. It seemed like it took three times longer to get there, then it should have. I’m guessing that we were nearing the halfway point about 11:00 PM when I started to feel the need to pee and at first, I dismissed it, but it kept returning until I finally sighed and silently gave into it. Initially, I felt kind of stupid for wetting my diaper while sitting there in the backseat, but that feeling didn’t last too long. However, about thirty minutes later, the other feeling arose.
“Mom?” I asked timidly.
“What do you need sweetie?” she asked from the front passenger seat.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” I moaned.
John piped up, “Alvin, you’re wearing your bathroom! Just go pee! That’s why I had your mother put you into a diaper before we left, so we wouldn’t have to stop every fifteen minutes.”
“I already peed, now I need to do number two!” I said with more than just a little whining note to my voice.
Neither of them offered any rebuttal so I sat there grumbling to myself, “Every fifteen minutes?! I don’t need to go every fifteen minutes!”
“But I need to go number two!” I whined loudly hoping they would get the idea that I was in dire distress.
No longer able to just ignore me, Mom gave John a look which he returned. Whatever that silent message between them was, I didn’t care. I needed to poop and I needed them to pull the car over.
“Please, can we stop?” I begged.
“You can either go now or hold it ’til we get there.” Mom said with finality.
“How long is that going to be?” I asked with an even louder whimper.
“It’s going to be a while yet.” John answered.
“How long is a while?” I moaned.