It’s a relative whose name she can’t remember.
“What are you doing with the big kids, little flower girl?” the relative coos. “Come on, you need to be with the other diaper babies.”
“But-” Jess protests. The relative smiles at her.
“I know, I know, you were having fun. But those kids know how to ask to use the potty. You’re in a diaper, sweetie. You don’t know how to ask.”
“Yes, I do.”
“If you did, you wouldn’t need a diaper,” the relative says patiently. He carries her out of the main room. “That’s not a problem at your age, though. Little girls can’t control when they poopoo or peepee, that’s just how it is.” The relative pokes Jess’s nose playfully. “One day, you’ll be all grown up and wear big girl clothes. But today, you’re in diapers. So you get to be with the other little kids in diapers.”
They arrive at a room that must have been set aside for children in diapers. The relative sets Jess down and then sticks a finger down the back of her diaper.
“Dry. Let us know if you need to go,” the relative says, though he clearly doesn’t believe in her ability to ask for help using the potty. “Or if you poopoo or peepee, let us know.”
Jess merely nods silently. Does this relative realize she’s supposed to be an adult?