Karen stepped aside in shock. Did that girl know she was wetting her diaper and her mom wasn’t even hurrying her to the bathroom? How strange? Karen wanted to spend a few more minutes by the mother and daughter to see what happened, but she didn’t want to seem like she was stalking them. Plus she had to get to her sister’s birthday party. She hurried to the card section and picked out a generic birthday card.
But then as Karen walked up to the register she saw the mom and daughter checking out. After making their purchases, the mom put the daughter down on the ground. And sure enough the girl waddled out to the car, with her steps clearly impaired by her wet diaper.
Karen didn’t know what to think. All sorts of emotions flushed over her. Three years ago Karen had been obsessed with diapers and wetting, but she hadn’t thought about it since she graduated from college. She felt her heart racing as she thought back to those memories. I can’t believe I just saw that girl wet her pants! She smiled to herself.
Karen then drove to her sister’s house and joined the family on the patio in backyard.
“Karen, glad to see you. Do you want something to drink?” her sister asked. “We have soda in the cooler and I can get you some lemonade if you’d like.”
“Lemonade would be great Kathy”, Karen replied. Karen then said hello to Kathy’s husband, her niece, her nephew, and introduced herself to a few of Kathy’s co-workers who had joined them for the birthday BBQ. Karen didn’t really know any of the co-workers so she sat herself down on a chair on the edge of the patio and watched Kathy’s kids kick a soccer ball around the backyard.
Her mind flashed back to the girl at the store. What was it about the incident that caught her attention so? It wasn’t like she had never seen a girl wet a diaper. She had changed her niece’s diapers a few years ago. The truth was, ever since she graduated from college and her sister had kids, she just thought about diapers differently. But the whole incident at the store changed things. What was she feeling? What struck her was that it just seemed so wrong. The mom seemed so indifferent to the girl wetting. Her sister had never been like that. Her sister’s kids were 5 and 3 and both had been potty trained since they were 1 and a half. Heck, she was pretty sure her own mom had been strict about potty training too. Karen remembered her mom bragging about how Karen was almost potty trained before she could walk.
But here was this girl, sitting in her cart, telling her mom she was peeing, and her mom didn’t care. Karen’s heart raced. She smiled.
