Not wanting to get caught staring at that other family as the new girl arrived at the sandcastle the toddler and her mother had been building, I once again went back to working on our sandcastle, only to be interrupted a minute later when the woman and the mystery diapered girl walked over to Elaine and I.
The woman greeted us, but the lady didn’t address me, instead choosing to speak to Elaine.
“I’m sorry that my daughter, Lily, was being rude to your sister,” the woman said. “She really should know better, since her older sister has similar disabilities as your sister.”
“Yeah, Annabelle can’t figure out the whole potty-training thing, either” Elaine said casually, having also made note of the diaper this other girl was wearing, as if talking about my issues with a total stranger was not big deal at all.