The shame Ollie experienced upon waking from his daycare nap and discovering a damp wet spot in the front of his pants paled to the humiliation when the terrible twins, Parker and Peter, became aware of his accident.
Parker seemed to be the instigator of most of their hijinks. At least, Parker first noticed the wet splotch spread over the crotch of Ollie's tyke-sized trousers.
"Lookit!" Parker called to Peter. "Ollie's wet his pants!"
Peter laughed and pointed. "Ollie, did you pee in your pants? Are you a big baby or what?"
Ollie felt even more humiliation that these preschool-enrolled twins felt free to amuse themselves at his expense. With his face burning, he hissed at them. "Keep it down, will you?" Ollie insisted.
"Don't tell us what to do, baby," Parker retorted.
"Yeah," Peter chimed. "Ollie's just a big baby who wets himself during nap time."
"Guys, please," Ollie begged now, seeing other kids begin to turn towards the noisy twins. "Please, be quiet."
"Careful," Parker said. "You'll make him cry."
Peter stared at him. "You going to cry, baby?"
Ollie balled his tiny hands into fists, but he did feel the squeeze of tears in his eyes. "Please," he asked again as other kids began to notice and point.
Other kids continued to stream outdoors to the playground, which caused the jam inside the sleeping area to come to the attention of Marco. He walked across the room. "What is going on, boys?"
Ollie's face burned brighter. "Ollie wet himself, Mister Marco," Parker provided helpfully.
"He's a baby," Peter offered.
"I'm not a baby," Ollie screamed in a shrill tone.
"Peter, Parker, go outside to the playground," Marco said. "Now!"
Reluctantly, the twins left, but Ollie heard them giggling even as they departed.
Now, he became acutely aware of Marco and the cooling dampness at the front of his pants. Looking up, Ollie imagined a look of disdainful disapproval. "I didn't mean to," Ollie started before he burst into sobs.