Theresa entered the bathroom. Bobby was standing in front of the sink, brushing his teeth. He finished as she approached and spit out the contents of his mouth. “Auntie, what should I do about underwear for the rest of the day? I don’t think I have anything clean to put on.”
“That is the reason I came in here.” She looked at him sweetly. “I have been talking to your mother while you were in the shower. I suggested that since you are having that problem again, and your luggage was lost, maybe you should wear the special underwear you wore when you used to stay with me before.”
“You mean the diapers? You told my mom about the diapers? Was she mad?” Bobby asked, with concern in his voice.