“I — um — I need to poop,” you admit quietly, your face heating despite the cold.

“Oh — do you want to go find a loo?”

Frowning, you knew you really didn’t. After getting out of your skis, the inevitable line, figuring out how your nappy will work in this; it will take too long. You know there’s not much skiing left and you wanted to enjoy it all. You swallow nervously, preparing to ask the embarrassing question.

“D-do I have to?” you asked in a very small voice.

Mama gives you a soft smile, putting her arm around you.

“You know, if you want to get changed straight after, we should probably find a loo; it will be way easier to clean up that way.”