Contrastingly, her mother was all decked out in her fine trustworthy psychologist business suit attire. She looked up from her coffee and leaned over to kiss her daughter on the cheek. “Morning baby”, she cooed to her daughter.
“Not a baby, mom”, answered Sadie, with a slight frown.
“Your diaper says otherwise, darling”, replied her mother, patting her teenage daughter’s diapered behind, as Sadie shuffled past her to sit down. “At least it’s dry”, her mother noticed, pursing her lips.
“Not a baby, and not a bedwetter”, said Sadie, self-righteously. She poured some milk on her cereal and began crunching.
“I’m meeting a friend this afternoon after work, so I might be home late”, said her mother.
“Anybody I know?”, inquired Sadie. She worried her mother might be gossiping about her diapers to her friends.
“Just someone I met at PTA, you don’t know her”.
