A warm feeling spreading through his diaper jolts Jacob into wakefulness. He sits up, the memories of what happened to him flooding back. Quickly, the warmth from wetting himself fades, leaving his diaper clammy. Jacob gets to his feet, spits out the pacifier he is still sucking on, and raises his voice.
“Me wet diapy!” he calls. The daycare worker from earlier swoops in and checks his diaper.
“Hmm, yes, you’re a little bit wet, but you’ll only need a change if you pee again or make boom-boom,” the daycare worker determines. Jacob scowls, not pleased to be left in a wet diaper. “Now that you’re awake and can talk, let’s see if you can answer some questions.” The daycare worker picks Jacob up and carries him to the front desk. Jacob is deposited in a playpen and the worker sits at the computer.
“What’s your name?” the daycare worker asks. Jacob cranes his neck to look at the computer screen. It seems like the worker is filling out an information sheet for him.
“Jacob.”
“Got it.” The worker types something in. “Jakey, how old are you?” Jacob scowls again, this time displeased by the nickname. The worker looks at him expectantly. After a moment, Jacob holds up two fingers. He’s not sure if that’s his age, but it could be.
“Two.”
“And you can count! You’re quite the smart boy.”
The daycare worker goes through the rest of the form. Jacob is unable or unwilling to answer roughly two-thirds of the questions, which visibly disappoints the daycare worker. But nonetheless, the daycare worker smiles.
Even after finished with the form, the daycare worker continues to type into the computer, leaving Jacob to his own devices in the playpen.