The safety pin finally opened, but it was too late. With a painful groan I bent forward and filled the back of the cloth diaper. As the poop continued to flow out of me, so did my tears.
“No, not again!” I sobbed.
My words must have traveled down the hallway to Beth’s room and woke her up because half a minute later she was standing at the door to the bathroom.
“Alvin is everything alright in here?” she asked.
But no sooner did she ask it than my bottom let out a loud, juicy fart followed by more poop.
I was doubled over, holding my cramping stomach while tears of humiliation flowed out of my eyes and splashed down on the toilet seat.
“Oh you poor thing.” Beth said with genuine sympathy as she pushed open the unlatched door and walked in.
If things weren’t bad enough, I’d also awakened Joey.