Grant throws himself onto the floor, screaming. Immediately, the supervisor rushes over.
“What’s wrong?” the supervisor coos. Grant begins to intersperse his screams with sobs. Fat tears roll down his chubby cheeks. “Come on, little man, I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is.” Grant wails wordlessly, pummeling the floor with fists and feet. “Are you hungry? Tired? Do you need a change?” Grant feels the supervisor check his pull-up. “Oh, you do need a change.”
The supervisor tries to pick Grant up, to bring him over to the changing station, but Grant writhes, making it impossible to grab him.
“All right, you’re a bit old for this, but I need you to calm down a bit, mister,” the supervisor says. Something is shoved into Grant’s mouth. He sucks on it instinctively. His eyes widen as he realize that it’s a pacifier. He wants to spit it out on principle, but finds the suckling surprisingly comforting. His temper tantrum dies down. “There we go!”
Grant is carried over to the changing station. He’s so distracted by his new pacifier that he doesn’t even notice the supervisor change him into a diaper rather than training pants. The supervisor says something about Grant being too small for any of the pull-ups they have, but he doesn’t pay attention. His pacifier has his whole attention. He doesn't even think to check that Tina escaped.
The supervisor sets Grant on the floor. Now wearing only a diaper and T-shirt, Grant cheerfully suckles on his new pacifier. It relaxes him so much that he loses control of his body and…