The door jingles as your mother leads you into the front room. Your pants and underwear have started to itch and you wiggle in discomfort. The receptionist looks up from what she's doing and says, "It looks like your little man has had an accident. Would you like me to get you both a quick change of clothes?"
"Oh that would be wonderful! I was hoping to get my child a diaper change, but if you have something I could slip into..."
"It's not a problem. This happens all the time here. Now why don't you take your son's balloon while I get him changed and see what I have for you."
Your legs are chafing and you are starting to get a rash as the women leads you down the hallway. You glance back at your mother in apprehension only to see...