“Aw man!” I groaned when I felt how messy I was back there. I dropped the first napkin and when I was bringing my hand back around for another I saw that I had poop on my hand. “Aw man!” I groaned again and tried to wipe it off with one of the napkins.
Mom had given me seven napkins, but when I had used the fifth one I knew that seven wasn’t going to be enough. I tried to make the last two napkins count before resigning to the idea that I was going to have to put up with a slightly soiled, butt crack until we could get to the rest stop.