”So I have this footie pajama that also has a little good just in case if you get cold, and I also have, ” she kept ranting about the things she found that made her look like she was buying something for her baby doll. ”Mom.” I interrupted. She stopped talking and looked at me. ”Listen, I kinda just went... Well, I didn't mean to, but...” ”You went potty?” she asked. My face turned red as a tomato when she said that. She could have said that I used the diaper instead of saying ”potty”.
”I guess I could always use your old clothes in the attic just in case if we need more,” she said. I went along with what she said. She grabbed all the clothes and laid them in a bag with one hand and me with her other hand and carried us to the cash register where she paid for the clothes. ”That’ll be $192.80, ma’am.” the cashier said. She handed him her credit card and she punched in some numbers. She grabbed the bag and we headed to an escalator that led upstairs. On the second level, there were diapers of all kinds everywhere. You had cloth, disposable, and pull-ups. My mother walked towards the disposable section and she observed the different brands they had.
”Do you want cars, fish, or camo design?” she asked. ”Does it really matter?” ”Yes because I could just go and get something pink and treat you like a girl.” ”Ok. Camo I guess.” she grabbed the box of diapers with a blue camouflaged diaper on the front. She went to grab other things and went to buy it. ”If you don't mind, we can show you the diaper bags so you don't have to carry so much in one hand.” someone recommended. Since my mother wanted to not carry a box of diapers, wipes, rash cream, and clothes in one hand, she took the deal and bought it with everything else. Once she bought the stuff, she organized the diaper bag to fit everything needed.
”Oh I almost forgot why we came up here,” she said before heading into the woman’s restrooms. The door was pushed open and the sound of the creaking door echoed in the room. It meant that no one was here, right? She pulled on the changing table that was on the wall and she laid me on my back and lifted my feet. ”Someone made a big stinky huh?” she teased. As she was halfway done, the sound of a stall door opened. A tall brunette in a velvet skirt and striped shirt washed her hands and almost walked passed us until she glanced at my mom.
”Janice!?” my mom questioned. ”O.M.G is that you Emily!?” the woman asked. ”Holy cow it's been forever since I've seen you since high school.” ”I know right. So how's life?” I laid there naked waist down in front of my mom and some old friend of her’s. ”So who’s this cutie?” she asked as she pinched my cheeks. ”That's Mikey. He’s my two years old boy.” my mother answered. ”Someones Embawwassed huh?” she cooed. I was puzzled at first until I saw myself in a mirror across the room. By cheeks, we're red as they can be. ”Let me finish changing him then we can continue talking.” my mom said. She slid a fresh diaper on me and taped the sides together.
”Have you had lunch yet. I can show you a nice restaurant around here.” Janice insisted. ”If we're going to a restaurant then I guess this little guy needs some pants.” my mother said, ”could you hand me a pair of shorts from my bag please?” Janice reached into the bag and handed my mother a pair of cargo shorts with a cartoon dog on the side of it. She slid the shorts on me and carried me along with her other stuff out of the restroom.