Her mother came in soon after. Glancing at Erin, she spoke up. “Hurry your breakfast, Erin; you need to make sure you have enough time to brush your teeth well before we go.”
“Okay,” responded Erin, who subsequently began to eat faster.
Hailey continued to sit at the kitchen table as Erin ate. She was beginning to get excited: her bladder was certainly ready for release, but she could also feel a familiar pressure on her backside. If she was going to get the house to herself, she was going to go all the way with her “accident.” A messy diaper would be almost impossible to clean up and dispose of if someone else was home, so she had to take the opportunity to find out what it was like now that she was about to be alone. Not too much longer now, she told herself.