It was uncomfortable enough that she had no real desire to do it again, but it was fun simply because it was something she wasn’t supposed to do.
She was in the middle of her bowel movement when she heard the doorbell ring. The pizza was here. “Hailey, come get some dinner!” yelled her mother.
Saying under her breath a word her parents wouldn’t be happy about, she started cleaning herself up. She wasn’t done, but finishing would take more time than her mother had patience for, so she’d have to wait until later. She briefly mused that if she were that little girl in the store, she wouldn’t have this problem. She washed her hands and headed to the dining room to get pizza.