I looked over at Joey and much to my disgust; he was sucking the thumb of the hand that had been in my very wet diaper.
Getting out of the cardboard fort without waking up Joey was a real chore. Getting out of the cardboard fort without pooping myself was even more of a chore. Nonetheless, I managed to do both feats.
As I stood just outside the entrance of the cardboard fort, trying to concentrate on holding it in, I was again reminded that I was wearing a cloth diaper. Beth had done a great job pinning it on, because even though it was sagging between my legs, it was still holding tightly around my middle.
I had to do a sort of butt clenching duck waddle all the way to the bathroom and then nearly lost containment as I searched for the light switch.
