“It’s okay,” I said, “your hot and uncomfortable and you need to go to the bathroom. I’m in the same boat. The difference is you can do something about the last part and I can’t”
“Jealous of a diaper boy?” he asked.
“You’re not a diaper boy,” I responded, “but, I don’t see why you’re fighting it. You could get some relief just by relieving yourself.”
“You like those puns don’t you?”
“That wasn’t really a pun, but yeah, I do. I know you’ll be more comfortable and I’ll change you as soon as we get to the rest area.”
“It’s actually hard to go like this…you know when I’m awake and not standing up over a toilet.”
“I could tickle you again.” I said and gave him a little poke in the ribs.