Laura finds the baby swing as dull as the slides. The way her butt felt cushioned by her diaper while she sat didn't help any. She may not be an adult right now but she still was still above this. Any real 5 year old would be miserable right now too. She watches the younger girl next to her having the time of her life and dreads the notion she'd ever be so easily amused.
After a little while, Laura becomes aware of the need to poop. She considers asking the woman to take her to the restroom, but the idea of telling another adult she needs to go poopoo is not appealing. She looks around and sees that most of the parents that were keeping an eye on her had moved on. So, she just needs to get out of the swing and make her exit.
"Uh, can I get down now? I wanna go do something else."
"Oh sure, Velma do you want down too?"
"Uh huh. I wanna go to the swides."
The woman lifts her daughter down first. She's about to get Laura when Velma sprints towards the slides.
"Velma! What have I told you about running off?"
The woman moves to pursue her daughter leaving Laura stuck in the seat. As she waits for the woman to return, Laura shifts uncomfortably as she feels the need to poop growing. After a few minutes, Laura assumes she has been forgotten.
Laura concludes she will have to get herself out. She grabs the swing's chains and pulls herself up to stand on the seat. Laura tries to step over the side, but the shift in weight tips the seat and she takes her third fall in less than an hour. Hitting the ground, she has the breath knocked out of her, and her hold on her bowels broken. Laura wants to cry as she feels the poop enter her diaper. 43 or 5 she's too old for this.