As Marshall sat on the floor, he realized that Christine was right to ask if he needed to use the potty. He could feel a growing pressure in his abdomen. Knowing that, at his current age, he likely didn’t have much warning before the floodgates would open, Marshall hurriedly removed his onesie, ripped off his diaper, and rushed to the toddler training potty in the corner. Just as his butt touched the seat, he began to pee.
Deciding to get everything done with so that he wouldn’t have to rush like this again anytime soon, Marshall emptied his bowels as well. He wrinkled his nose at the stink. Once he felt like he was fully empty, he got up, cleaned himself as best he could with some nearby baby wipes, and redressed himself in the diaper and onesie.
The panicked rush he’d been in to avoid using his diaper had thoroughly worn Marshall out. He yawned widely. It would probably be best to go to sleep for the night. He wasn’t going to be able to get out of the room on his own, and Christine wouldn’t be back until the morning. Marshall looked around the nursery for a place to sleep.
The obvious choice was the crib, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to climb up to it. His eyes landed on a box of blankets. Marshall toddled over to the box and clambered in, pulling one blanket over himself. His thumb went to his mouth, and he suckled on it eagerly. He closed his eyes. Promptly, he was asleep.