Upon the slow feeling of being lowered onto the mat with Ellen’s hands on both of his hips, the fear and panic finally started to set in. This was literally the most embarrassed James had ever felt in his entire life. He tried to find words to say amongst his shaking. As he leaned his head up, he could see his shoes being swiftly untied and removed. “P-please d- don’t do this,” his voice trembled. “I’m begging you m- ma’am.”
“Honey, we can’t just leave you in your wet pants and I can’t have you making any more accidents,” Ellen chided James as she took his shoes off one by one and then his socks, tossing them in a nearby trash bin as she went for his shirt next. “Trust me, you’ll feel so much better when you’re clean and dry. Grandma’s got lots of experience with little ones like you, and she’ll do a real good job.”