As the woman pushes Leah along, Leah feels a growing need to use the bathroom. She drank a large coffee that morning, and it’s coming back to haunt her. The woman notices Leah’s squirming.
“We’re almost done, sweetie.”
“But-” Leah tries. The woman pats her head.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
Any other attempts to talk to the woman are met with the same dismissal, along with growing irritation. Eventually the woman reaches her breaking point.
“Stop fussing or you’ll get a spanking!” the woman scolds. Leah whimpers around the pacifier. She feels sorry for the little girl who actually has this woman for a mother.
As they wait in the checkout line, Leah can’t hold it anymore. Her bowels empty into her diaper, closely followed by her bladder. The smell is terrible.
“Oh, that was why you were so fussy, Tina. You had to go boom-boom!” the woman says. She pays for her items. “I’ll change you at the car.” The woman pushes the stroller out of the store and over to a minivan. She sets down a changing mat on the backseat. When she removes Leah from the stroller, she pauses. “Wait…you’re not my little girl!”
“Me Leah,” Leah says around the pacifier. The woman frowns.
“I must have accidentally taken some other woman’s stroller. I hope she’s still inside.”
Leah is honestly waiting for the promised diaper change. The poop and pee in her diaper is making it sag under her, smells horribly, and feels even worse. At this point, she doesn’t care who changes her. She just wants out of the messy diaper.