“Want to be changed yet?” mama asks as she puts an arm around you.
You shrug, not super bothered by it. Mama lightly chuckles.
“You didn’t normally mess your nappy when you were little — by the end, anyway.”
“Oh,” you say, thinking about it.
You wonder why; it seems convenient to just use your nappy.
“Rather than walk all the way to the locker in our ski boots, I think I’ll call mum and ask if she can grab our shoes for us.”
“Is it far?”
“A bit,” mama replies. “But there’s lots of icy pavement between here and the locker, and a slip would end out skiing for the week.”