“Hush child!”, Anita ordered, trying to silence him before the entire neighborhood knew what had happened to him.
“I won’t and you can’t make me!”, Howard said defiantly.
“I’ll put you over my knee and give you a good spanking if you won’t cooperate,” Anita said firmly.
“You’re not my mommy and you can’t do it!”, exclaimed Howard.
“Your mommy’s not here! I’m the one who’s taking care of you!”, said Anita as she warmed to the contest of wills.
Howard crossed his arms and said, “No! I didn’t wet my pants! The baby did it! I don’t care what you think!”
“It sounds to me like you’ve gotten too big for your britches,” Sara observed from the sidelines, “Little boys who poop in their pants donít deserve to wear underwear like big boys. If you were my little boy, you’d be wearing dydees right now.”