As Bow kid fidgets beside you, a pleasurable but embarrassed smile on her face, you almost admit that you wish you could wear them too, but change tract instead.

“So, they’re like, tape up nappies?”

She shrugs slightly, as best she can, laying on her side.

“Yeah,” she admits before looking uncertain. “The — the pullup ones leak really easily.”

You didn’t know that but the fact they tape up makes them seems even cuter, and they are secure.

“Do you want to see them?” Bow Kid asks you with a small amount of hesitancy. “I mean, I have a spare in my bag.”

You panic a fraction of a second, and you decide you can’t lie to her.

“I — um — I know, I saw them last night,” you admit dejectedly. “I shouldn’t have peeked.”

She presses her lips together, looking uncertain.

“Is that how you know?” she asked.

You shake your head.

“No, I — um — I thought your jammies had a tail,” you try to explain, fidgeting nervously. “So I was looking and then I could sort of see something and I guessed.”

She suddenly looks worried.

“I don’t think Moustache Girl noticed… I-I only noticed because I was…” you pause nervously. “I was looking at your bottom for a tail. I thought your jammies had a tail.”

It’s a strange, sad giggle that escapes Bow Kid’s mouth. It was a bit ridiculous you think as you join her in laughing.

“I would like to see though,” you add. “I didn’t go through your bag or anything, I just peeked in as I walked past and saw a bit.”

She nods understandably.

“Okay.”

She begins to shuffle out of bed and you join her, the pair of you standing up. Now free of the covers, you can’t help but look up and down your friend. Maybe it’s because you are aware of it, but the nappy seems a bit obvious now, or maybe that’s because it’s wet.

“Can you notice it?” she timidly asks.

You shrug back.

“Well, yeah,” you admit. “But everyone knows, and it is cute.”

She brightens slightly at your answer as you take her hand and lead her out of your room. Looking back Bow Kid seems to waddle slightly as she follows you. You smile brightly, trying not to giggle. You can hear mum in the kitchen and smell breakfast as you and Bow Kid go to her bag on the couch. With a nervous glance she pulls the spare nappy out of bag and holds it up.

Like you guessed last night, it’s white and pastel colours. But unlike last night, you can see the cute pattern on it of cartoon figures.

“Can — can I touch it?”

She looks surprised before nodding and handing it to you.

It’s neatly folded, the outside plastic is smooth under your fingers. Carefully, you open it up a bit, seeing the tapes and the soft lining. Its smell is nice, familiar . You suddenly try to imagine the feeling of it around you securely as you play and have adventures without a care in the world. The fantasy is brought back to reality by a shout.

“Kids, breakfast!” mum calls.

Bow Kid panics, snatching it back and stuffing it in her bag.