“It isn’t, uh, the same as this morning.” I said. I heard a noise of realization from mommy.
“Well then,” She said. “You better go now while I’m still up to change you.” Two thoughts came to my head; the first being an amazement that she would change me even after doing…that. The second being fear of the implication that she would make me wait a night in a…a…I had trouble even thinking the words without embarrassment. I took a deep breath. It was best to go now.
I began to push, but nothing happened at first. I had to override the mental alarms that had built up from over a decade of potty training. Eventually though, I felt a mush begin to fill the backside of my diaper. I couldn’t believe it. I had just pooped myself.