“Want to talk about it?” mama asks.
You shake your head. You don’t really want to and really want to delay the inevitable, but after a few minutes start to speak.
“I — I kept telling myself I was worrying over n-nothing, but when I went to the loo I…” You swallow nervously. “… I realised I really needed to go,” you explain, tears welling in your eyes.
“Oh sweetie,” says mama, turning towards you to hug you properly.
“I — I — I should know . It’s b- babies that don’t know they need to go to the t-toilet,” you stutter out.
Mama rubs your back soothingly.
After a few minutes you finally pull away. Mama pushes up her goggles and wipes her wet eyes. It makes you feel worse to see that you made mama sad as well.
“Don’t worry about me,” she says, spotting your guilty look before hugging you again.