Everyone in the baby department understood what she was looking for. She put me back into the stroller and picked up Gino next and did the same to him. His expression grew crimson in embarrassment as he found himself draped over her arm helplessly with his bottom in the air for everyone to see. Momma shook her head and said, “Oh dear, we made big poopies in our dydees! Don’t cry babies. Momma will get you changed right away.”
She glanced around the room for a few minutes, evidently looking for someplace to change us, before she started rapidly wheeling us to the rear of the store. My bladder opened up soon afterwards (I couldn’t tell exactly when) and suddenly I realized that I was dripping wet. When we got to the back of the store, momma headed right for the women’s restroom. “Oh God!”, I thought to myself, “Not in there! Please, please God! Don’t let her change us in there!”