Your father is standing next to your mother, a big smile on his face as he talks. You immediately notice that he is holding the balloon now and he and your mother both look like they are in their early twenties. His expression darkens as he sees you.
"Well, I never thought we'd have to potty train a big boy like you again," disappointment was clear in his voice. Your eyes tear up as you toddle over to them your thumb still in your mouth. The sound of rustling plastic is loud in your ears and your face burns with embarrassment.
"I have a couple of things that might fit you miss, if you would like to join me back here," the daycare worker says over your head, surprising you with here presence.
"I'll be right back, dear," your mother says to your father as she follows the woman down the hallway. As you look back at your father you see that he is crouched down next to you and smiling.
"I'm sorry if I sounded a little harsh, son. But you are..."