Ignoring the curious stares of onlookers who saw a woman in her mid-forties carrying a diaper bag leading a diapered teenager by the hand, she got Jess into a nice and spacious handicapped stall in the women’s room. Mrs. Anderson beheld a big baby in a sopping wet diaper.
“Well at least you’ll be getting a two-year supply of quality diapers.” she mock-scolded her daughter. ‘Seriously though, Jess, you need to pay closer attention to how full your diaper is or I’m going to have to have your sister or your father or I check you more regularly. It’s up to you. I’m sure your father doesn’t want you leaking all over the car, and I’m quite sure you wouldn’t find a leaky diaper very enjoyable. Now let’s get you changed!”
