Again James felt as if he was bouncing on a cloud with each step taken down the stairs, his thickly powdered, lotioned and diapered rear bouncing off of Ellen’s hand. The drive to the bookstore only made him more nervous and excited at the same time, a pit in his stomach forming at the thought of being in public wearing this ridiculous outfit and the idea of maybe, just maybe, finding an escape.
The excitement of escape though didn’t outweigh the nervous and gutsy feeling he had of being seen in his sailor suit, but he had to stay positive, looking out of the window from his car seat. With a sense of a hand slapping him in the face, he came back to reality when he felt the car stop and realized they were in the mall parking lot. Here we go, he thought after taking a huge gulp.
