Leah takes the pacifier clipped to the front of her overalls and pops it into her mouth, suckling on it loudly. Tina looks down and just chuckles.
“Aw, Aspen, you love your binky, don’t you?” she coos. Leah nods, still sucking on the pacifier. Tammy comes over.
“You’re Leah’s mom, right?” she asks.
“Stepmom, but yes.”
“Okay. Is she here?” Tammy asks.
“Nope. My little nephew Aspen is escorting me today,” Tina says, gesturing towards Leah. Leah beams around the pacifier, trying to pretend she doesn’t absolutely hate Tammy’s guts.
“Yeah, he is little,” Tammy remarks, crouching down to Leah’s eye-height. “How old is he?”
“About two.”
“I should’ve figured. I mean, he’s got a pacifier and a diaper, so…” Tammy continues to watch Leah curiously. Her panic growing, Leah seizes onto the mention of her diaper. She bends her knees into a squat and begins to grunt, but doesn’t actually push. Unfortunately, the change in position, combined with the large coffee she drank earlier, makes a little pee dribble into the diaper before she can stop it.
“Is someone making boom-boom?” Tina asks. Leah nods. “Who?”
“Me!” Leah says around the pacifier. She continues to grunt. Tammy stands back up.
“Well, if Leah was here, I wanted to talk to her. But she isn’t, so I guess I’ll go.” Tammy walks away. Leah quickly straightens.
“I didn’t actually use the diaper,” she whispers to Tina, the pacifier still in her mouth.
“I figured.”
“I just hope that my disguise was good enough.”