It wasn’t uncomfortable when you forgot about it and just enjoyed the snow. But after a few minutes of not thinking about it, you would inevitably feel your mess trying to creep its way out. Then it was uncomfortable.

Still, you enjoyed the few runs and were going backup for some more. Having your bottom planted flat on the seat helped a lot.

“Something that matter, sweetie?” mama asks, noticing your discomfort.

Squirming slightly, you have to remind yourself that you and mama are the only ones on the lift. Still, it’s embarrassing to talk about. You momentarily wonder if there’s something else you can say to explain it before conceding that you should probably just say it.