I pouted and stomped my foot, “That’s not all of what I mean.”
I wanted to be a big girl. I didn’t want to be this little. It was too late now to worry.
I was a four year old eighteen year old girl. That wasn’t too bad I suppose. I didn’t have a choice.
When I went out of the potty room, Lisa and Misty were in the play area playing with the toys. They were so glad to see me and came to me. They took me by the hand and pulled me to the play area. We were three little girls playing with their dollies.