Smiling, mama undoes your helmet for you as mama sets yours and hers boots to dry. Then she helps you get your jacket off.
“No leaks?” mum asks.
It takes a moment to realise what mum is referring to.
“I don’t think so,” you say with a frown. You hope not.
As mama inspects the food and starts serving some up for you and her, mum gets your ski pants off and inspects them.
“Nope, all good,” she declares.
You’re wondering if you should put something else on; at the moment you were just in a thermal top and your messy nappy. But mama quietly tells you your food is ready and in the warm apartment you don’t feel cold, so you take a seat next to mama and dig in. By the end, you feel like you could just fall asleep, but mama reminds you.
“Come on, lets get your nappy changed, poopy bum.”
