Close Encounters Scene 2

I eventually forgot about the redheaded diaper boy from the K-Mart bathroom until nearly a year and a half later when I had another close encounter that reminded me about that boy. My second encounter was not with someone wearing a diaper, but someone needing to wear a diaper. I was nine and a half, going on ten when it happened. We were at some restaurant someplace. It was kind of like a dinner as I remember it and we were all setting in a booth that wasn’t really big enough for all five of us, but we squeezed in anyway. I happened to have been stuck next to the window with my sister on my left and my brother setting beside the isle. Like usual, I was setting on a booster seat because I was so short that if I had only been setting on the bench, my chin would have been even with the table. At first, I didn’t like it because I was so squashed, but when I looked out the window,