“Could I wear a pull-up instead?”
“We didn’t bring any to the beach.”
“But mommy.”
“No buts. You’re going to wear the diaper, and if you need to go, you’re going to use it.”
I was too busy arguing with mommy to notice that daddy had opened the door on the other side of the car. By the time he had reached in and grabbed me it was too late. I couldn’t break free from the grip of his hands on my upper arms as he basically dragged me from the car and set me in a standing position in the parking lot as mommy hustled over to this side of the car and shut the door before I could even think of trying to run back on.