“Oh yeah, I decided to put her in one; she was always having trouble getting to go potty at the right time and not to mention how many day time accidents she’s had! Sure saves a workload of clothes.” Amber chirped cheerfully.
“Well I guess it makes sense…” I answered reluctantly. To be honest, having a four year old that still wasn’t potty trained was something I would seriously recommend having checked out. Then again, little Lea did have legitimate reasons to wear such things, with an immature bladder and all. What I did not expect was what came out from Amber’s mouth next.
“I think she might like ’em, Marsh.” She said as casually as I had ever heard her say anything else. It was almost as if a record had been playing a calming melody and out of nowhere, someone scratches it to a halt. I slowly turned to Amber next to me, who was still watching Lea, and abruptly said: “What?”