With a soft snicker, Amber changed “wears” to “uses”. Immediately, the boy began to grunt loudly. The middle-aged woman sitting next to the boy jumped to her feet and dragged the boy with her.
“No, not in your diaper, James! You’re too big to be pooping yourself still!” she scolded. The boy merely bent his knees into a squat, making it even more obvious that he was messing himself. “You’re almost old enough to be out of pull-ups, but you’re still in diapers!” The boy grunted one last time, then straightened with a sigh.
“I like using it, mom,” he whined.
“You shouldn’t!” James’ mom shook her head. “I can’t believe you.”
“I need a change.”
“Obviously.” James’ mom crossed her arms. “You might as well pee, too, so that I don’t have to change you again.” James bent into another squat. His eyes drifted out of focus. He sighed happily. James’ mom sighed, but in frustration. “Where did I go wrong with you?”
James’ mom grabbed a diaper bag next to the chair she’d been sitting in. Amber quickly focused the app on James’ mom and generated a new sentence.
“James’ mom is going to reluctantly change him in the restroom.”