My head spun up abruptly. How had I not even noticed that she had gotten home from work early? I looked back down, but didn’t do anything to cover myself up.
“What was all that yelling about, anyways?” she asked as she took a seat on the floor next to me. “And what happened to the pull-ups you were going to be wearing today?”
I began to say that I had wet them, but the words just couldn’t quite make it out of my mouth and past my lips. Aunt Lydia seemed to surmise what had happened even without getting any response from me.
“Did you have some issues getting to the toilet on time today?” she asked.