Laura desperately needs to use the bathroom, so she might as well go now. That’s what the diaper is for, and it’s what toddlers do. Making sure that the police officer and employee are both looking at her, Laura squats. Her diaper is flooded with urine. Laura’s unsure of whether wetting herself is enough proof she’s a toddler, so she decides to evacuate her bowels as well.
The police officer looks at Laura with distaste as she begins to grunt loudly, pushing a thick log into her diaper. Laura plans to stop then, but lets out a loud fart. Her diaper is promptly filled with poop. The smell makes her eyes water.
“Okay, that’s definitely not the kindergartener we’re looking for,” the police officer says. Laura straightens, her diaper now sagging under her. It’s a victory, but doesn’t really feel like it, since she now has a soiled, smelly diaper.
“Yeah, only a toddler would mess himself like that,” the adult employee says. “He’ll need a change. I’ll get Lonnie to do it.” The adult and the police officer leave. Laura is filled with horror. Why did she mess herself? Of course someone would change her if she has a poopy diaper! She should have just wet herself. Now whoever changes her will find out she’s a girl.
The teenage employee from earlier, Lonnie, comes into the staffroom, carrying a diaper and wipes. He picks Laura up and wrinkles his nose at the smell.
“Gross,” he mutters, carrying Laura into the staff bathroom. “This isn’t worth minimum wage.” He lays her on the changing table, undresses her, and removes her diaper. “…Huh.”