“Eww, did you really poo yourself again? You know you’re not getting your diaper changed until morning, young lady.”
I had never been more relieved to have pooped in a diaper before. If doing so spared me a beating it would be almost worth it. I’d forgotten about the rag I’d left lying on the floor. Mother hadn’t noticed the rag at first, but it at last caught her attention.
“What the hell is that on the floor?” she muttered, reaching down to pick up the rag and spotting the puddle of milk on the floor.