Footsteps sound behind Laura.
“And what are you doing here, little lady?” a voice asks. Laura spins around. A woman, likely the owner of the diaper bag, stands before her, holding a squirming toddler.
“Uh…” Laura manages. The woman takes her hand.
“Come on, sweetie, you’re supposed to be with the other toddlers.”
“But-”
“No buts,” the woman says, leading Laura over to a section of the play area reserved for toddlers. She sets her child on the ground. “Why don’t you play with Wesley? He’s a real sweetheart.” Laura looks at Wesley. Wesley sticks his finger in his nose and giggles. Laura grimaces.
“I’m not-” she starts, about to tell the woman she’s not really a toddler. Before she can get out more than those two words, however, the woman walks back over to her diaper bag and sits down, watching Laura and Wesley. Laura sits on the ground, uncomfortably aware of the diaper cushioning her butt, and tries to think of a way to get out of this situation.