Peter got up. “Where are you going?” Mum asked.

“Toilet.” he replied.

I felt I needed a wee too,

but had a feeling the toilet would be out of bounds

“Oh no your not.” Mum said as she stood up to block his exit.

“You’ve got your nappy on.. and you don’t want to miss any of the film do you?”

“But!” Peter yelped.

After a bit of moaning, Peter sat back down.

Being desperate for a wee was also a good distraction from the bog awful princess story we sat watching.

Eventually I had to let go which was as humiliating as it was a relief.

“Now what do I do?” I wondered.

Do I tell mum I’ve wet my nappy and need a new one,

or just sit here in its warmth?

I decided to focus on the film.

“Oh mu-um!”

we moaned when she stopped the DVD bang on eight o’clock.