“The thing is, um,” Olivia stammers. She crosses her legs. She won’t be able to hold it for very long. “Um, Kimberly?”
“Yeah?”
“Can- can you take me to the toilet?” Olivia mumbles. Kimberly shakes her head. “Why not?”
“Ask like a toddler first,” she says. Olivia swallows.
“I need to potty,” Olivia whines.
“Peepee or poopoo?” Kimberly asks. Dread builds in Olivia’s gut. She’s regretting this already.
“Poopoo.”
“Oh, well, we don’t want a poopy diaper, now do we?” Kimberly says loudly. She picks Olivia up and brings her over to the park bathroom. In the bathroom, Kimberly removes Olivia’s diaper and diaper cover, then places her on the seat of the toilet, not bothering to close the stall door. Olivia blushes at being on the toilet in front of the other people in the bathroom.
“Make poopy like a big girl,” Kimberly says to Olivia. Before Olivia can begin to push, her bowels evacuate on their own. “Good girl!” Olivia pushes a few times to make sure that she’s finished, then speaks.
“Done,” she squeaks.
“You don’t need to peepee?” Kimberly asks. Olivia shakes her head. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“All right.” Kimberly tapes Olivia’s diaper back on her and pulls the diaper cover up. Promptly, Olivia feels her diaper get flooded with urine. She turns red. “You just peed, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Olivia mumbles shamefully.
“Well, you’ll have to wait for a change until we get home,” Kimberly says briskly. “I mean, I asked you, and you said you didn’t need to go.” She picks Olivia up and carries her outside.
“Uh, which home are we going to?” Olivia asks quietly. “Yours or mine?”