Laura decides to enjoy her second childhood a bit. She wants to play on the playground. She toddles over eagerly to the playground, not realizing how much bigger than her the children there are. Laura clambers all over the play structure, having a great time, and even goes down the slide once or twice. Eventually, however, the fact that she is smaller and younger than everyone else on the playground catches up to her.
Laura is walking over to the slide again when she feels someone shove her. She hits the ground, skinning her hands and knees. The shock of the impact causes her bladder to let loose, flooding her diaper with pee. She lets out a wail of pain and humiliation.
“Babies can’t play here,” a voice taunts. Laura looks over. Her tormenter is a kindergartener. She sniffs loudly. A kindergartener! The kindergartener looks Laura up and down. “Go play with the other babies,” he says, pointing at the playground reserved for toddlers and babies. “Otherwise, you might get hurt again.” He saunters away, leaving Laura scratched and wet on the ground.
Laura sucks on her thumb for comfort, tears springing to her eyes. The boy might be right. She should probably go to the area safer for her age. Or maybe she shouldn’t, just to prove that she can take care of herself.
Of course, she could always just leave the park.