John greeted me with a jovial, “Good morning Tiger-fish!” which was something that he hadn’t called me since I was like six-years-old.
“How’d you sleep?” he asked.
I didn’t know if he knew about the diaper or not and suddenly I felt overwhelmingly ashamed. He probably already saw the pee-swollen evidence, however instinct told me that I needed to cover up and fast. With a swift yank I pulled the blanket up to my stomach.
John heaved a heavy sigh, “Oh no! Mi non dica che il pannolino non ha funzionato?”
For those of you that don’t speak Italian, what John said to me was, “Oh no! Don’t tell me the diaper didn’t work?”
“Huh? Did Mom tell you?” I asked both astonished and mortified to hear him say the actual D-word.