When you get to the bottom, however, you find yourself worrying about the toilet. You don’t really need to go right now, but remembering yesterday you are acutely aware of it. As much as you hated to admit it, you were a little bit scared of having another accident. Once looked like an accident, but two times might be too much. You care scarcely imagine it, but for some reason the fear of your parents thinking it was deliberate reared its head. It was a silly idea, but the fear gnawed at you.
“How was that?” mama asked as you came to a stop.
You put on a smile and replied, “It was great!” but something tripped mama up.
“Something the matter, sweetheart?” she asked.
You didn’t really want to voice the fear, but now mama knew something was up you had to say it.
“Just worrying about the toilet.”