The daycare worker might have claimed that Jacob doesn’t need a change yet, but he’s not the one in the damp diaper. Jacob is. And Jacob is thoroughly uncomfortable with it. He’s not happy about being in a diaper, but if he has to be in one, he wants to be in a dry one. The only problem is that the daycare worker was very firm. Jacob’s not getting changed unless he wets himself again or messes himself.
The solution is obvious. Jacob needs to use his diaper. To make himself feel a bit better about the decision, he tells himself that it’s better to use the diaper on purpose than on accident like before. Even with this justification, Jacob doesn’t want to poop in the diaper. Which leaves peeing.
Jacob squats, getting into prime peeing position. He expected to have to fight the instinct to pee somewhere that isn’t a toilet, but to his surprise, the urine comes quickly. His diaper is flooded with warmth. At the distinctive hissing sound, the daycare employee looks over.
“You really wanted that diaper change, I guess,” he says mildly. Jacob puts on his cheekiest, most shit-eating grin and nods. The daycare worker sighs, but takes Jacob back to be changed. Once in a dry, fluffy diaper, the daycare worker brings Jacob back to the front desk with him and puts him back in the playpen.
Before Jacob can get settled, the door to the daycare opens. Jacob looks up. His eyes widen. He recognizes the person who just walked in.