Mom gave me a shove, “Come on Alvin!” she said, sounding mildly irritated.
“Mom did you see him? That was my friend Chris I told you about.” I said.
“Where honey?” She said, looking around.
“He just left, over there.” I said, pointing in the general direction of the street corner.
“Sorry sweetie, I didn’t see him. Oh well, get in the car, please.” She said hoisting her purse strap back up on her shoulder.
With Chris gone, I figured, it was best to limit my exposure to any other possible on lookers, so I put on a bit of speed, ran as best I could wearing the diaper and with a final leap, I flew into the backseat superman style. However, I failed to take into account that my dear old dad had covered the backseat with heavy clear plastic. Nothing that followed resembled anything Superman might do. I slid across the seat and collided with the door on the other side of the car, with my hands and head first and the rest of me crumpling up behind them. I ended up backwards and upside-down, with my head partially wedged under the driver’s seat, along with my entire left arm while my diapered butt stuck up in the air and my feet just sort of swayed precariously above me.
What was Mom’s response? “Alvin, stop fooling around and get yourself buckled in.”
Luckily, I didn’t get hurt. Well, except for my pride and the top of my head, which was kind of tender for a minute or two, after I righted myself.