Leah continued to waffle. She didn’t want to lose her chance but she didn’t want to lose her dignity any further. Then, before she could make her decision, it was made for her. Her bladder let loose, flooding her diaper with urine. Horrified by what she had done, Leah found herself succumbing to a classical preschooler behavior: a temper tantrum.
“No!” she screamed, stomping her foot. Her wet diaper rustled with the movement, frustrating her further. “No, no, no!” Leah jumped up and down furiously, working herself into a lather. All thoughts about how she had to be quiet or risk attracting attention flew out of her head, replaced with pure frustration and fury.
“I’m not a baby!” Leah shouted. “I’m not!” While in the throes of the tantrum, she was alerted to another pressure in her abdomen. “Might as well! I need a new diaper anyways!” Still not thinking about her actions, Leah dropped to a squat and began to push. Only once she felt something begin to enter her diaper did she realize what she was doing.
“No!” she screeched. But it was too late. She couldn’t stop. Her anger replaced by despair, Leah continued to push, emptying her bowels into her diaper. Once she was done messing herself, she threw herself onto the floor, sobbing, pounding the floor with her fists, devastated by how far she had fallen in such a short period of time.