I was so humiliated and so angry that tears began to well up in my eyes, “See! I told you I had to go!” I blinked and the tears managed to escape my eyes and began flowing down my cheek as if they were raging rivers, “Why didn’t you just stop!”
“Alvin, now there’s absolutely nothing to cry about. You’ve got on a diaper and your mother will help you get cleaned up and into a nice clean diaper.” John said, as he steered the car into a parking space.
“Why do I have to be the one to change him?” Mom scoffed and chuckled at the same time, “I do believe that the diaper was your idea?” she said to him.
“I’m glad you think it’s funny!” I screamed at the two of them, as I gave myself over to my emotions.
What happened next was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me!
Mad and crying, I fumbled with my seatbelt, but I couldn’t get the dang thing to let me go. While I had been trying to free myself, Mom calmly got out, walked around the front of the car and opened the back drivers’ side door where I was sitting, pounding on the seatbelt buckle with my fist. When the door opened I froze, expecting to get smacked or something, but Mom simply and calmly leaned in to help me with the seatbelt.
She didn’t get upset with me or scold me. She simply took my hand and helped me out of the car. Standing beside the car it felt like I had a brick in the back of my pants and though they weren’t falling off, I still felt like I needed to hold onto the waistband of my pants. Mom reached back into the car again, to retrieve her purse. That is when I saw inside it and knew that it wasn’t a purse. It was a diaper bag made up for me!