Laura wakes up the next morning once again to a messy pull-up. She chokes back a sob. Apparently, she has no control over her bowels in her sleep. She crawls out of the bed and goes over to the pile of supplies, toddling due to the load in her training pants. Laura quickly removes the soiled pull-up, wipes herself down, and pulls on a fresh one. Just then, the door opens.
“Hey, Laura, I’m sorry about how I treated you last night,” Kaitlin says. Laura looks over. “I was pretty stressed and tired. But we can still talk like adults.”
“Thank you,” Laura says gratefully. Kaitlin spots the messy pull-up. She sighs.
“You pooped in your sleep, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Laura mumbles. Kaitlin rubs her forehead. “Look, I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t fully potty trained until I was six.”
“Six?!” Kaitlin says. She looks up at the ceiling. “And how old are you?”
“Four.”
“Okay.” Kaitlin sighs again. “We need to go back to the store and get you some diapers.”
“What?”
“Look, maybe you’ll only wet yourself during the day, but you clearly do more than that at night. And training pants aren’t built for number two. So until you either stop messing yourself in your sleep, or until we get this fixed, you need diapers for bed.” Laura looks at the soiled pull-up. She reluctantly nods in agreement.
“Good,” Kaitlin says. “Now, let’s…”