By this time, the little boy had already left and was playing in the living room. The lady brought me to the living room and sat me down on the floor. She brought some baby toys over and put them in front of me. I looked at the toys and then up at the lady in confusion. Did she really expect me to play with these? They appeared to be even too babyish for the little boy. I was ten years old and about to enter fifth grade, why was she treating me like I was a baby. As if to answer my question, the lady reached down and lifted up my dress to check my diaper.
That was it. She thought I was a baby because of the diaper. All I had to do was show her I wasn’t a baby. But how could I do that?