Laura walks the perimeter looking for any possible escape route, but it seems that the section has been protected against pint-sized escapes. She notices a couple of the parents are giving her curious looks and moves towards the center of the area.
"I'll just have to blend in for a while. Then they'll move on." The logic sounds fine but blending in with a bunch of drooling, diaper clad babies doesn't exactly sound like a good time. Hearing her diaper crinkle, she's reminded she's halfway there.
Out of curiosity, she compares herself to the other toddlers. She finds she's thankfully larger than most of them, but there are a few that do have a few inches on her.
Spotting a mirror, Laura walks over to get a better look at herself. Between the outfit and the visible bulge from the diaper, even Laura can't argue that she easily passes for 4 or even 3 years old. Laura calls the image of herself in her old outfit to the front of her mind, she is amazed at how much more mature she remembers looking dressed as a kindergartner. Clothes really do make the kid.
Laura breaks her gaze at the reflection and heads to the small play structure. The shallow, short slides are not nearly as fun as the one in the "big kids" section.
Bored she goes to try out the swing set and finds the seats are designed like baskets, so kids don't fall out, and she's not going to be able to get in her own. She's about to leave when she finds herself lifted up and set into one of seats. Laura sees her "helper" is a woman about her real age and watches as she lifts up a girl, about 3 years old into the adjacent seat.
"Hiya kiddo. I saw you staring at the swing and figured I'd lend you a hand."
"Thank you," Laura doesn't mean it but rudeness isn't going to help.
"Oh such good manners! Especially for a boy your age. What's your name?"
Laura is about to give her real name, but decides since everyone already assumes she's a boy it'd be easier to go with a more boyish name.
"Alex."
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Alex. Your parents are raising a fine young man," She gestures to the little girl, "This is Velma. Now why don't I give you a push?"