Jenny lets out a loud fart. Her jaw drops, the pacifier tumbling out of her mouth, as she feels her diaper fill with poop. To add insult to injury, her bladder lets loose as well, flooding her diaper with pee. She looks over at Jennifer. Jennifer and the woman are still talking, and don’t seem to have realized Jenny had an accident.
“Aunty?” Jenny squeaks. Jennifer looks at her. “I peepee diapy.”
“You did? Well, it might not be bad enough that you need a change right away,” Jennifer says. She checks Jenny’s diaper. “Oh, you didn’t just pee, did you?”
“I poopoo,” Jenny confirms dully.
“I see that. And what a good poop you made!” Jennifer looks at the woman. “Cara, do you have another spare diaper for my little niece?”
“Of course,” Cara says cheerfully. Jenny blushes as Jennifer lays her on the ground, removes her diaper, and wipes her down. A new diaper is taped on.
“There! All good!” Jennifer chirps. Jenny’s stomach rumbles. “Ooh, someone’s got the tummy rumblies! You need some food, don’t you?” Jenny nods, hopeful that now they’ll go home and she can contact the clinic about the age settling.