Jeff angrily glared at Tony - at least he intended to, he wasn't sure if his 1-year-old face could pull off an angry glare. He noticed how the older boy looked more and more uncomfortable.
Tony turned to his mom. "I gotta pee!" he announced. "Okay, let's go home, can you hold it in until we get there?" Maureen asked. "Noo!" Tony said shaking his head and grabbed his crotch. "Oh, really urgent? That's not easy with your mudpants on, but we'll manage." his mom replied. She took Tony's hand and walked towards the bushes on the edge of the playground, but after a few steps Tony stopped, standing slightly bent forward. "Are you peeing?" his mother asked. "Yeaaaahhh" he sobbed. "Aw, Tony. It's not so bad, but you have to tell me sooner. I should have put training pants on you. Come on, let's go home and have a nice shower"
Tony bawled and stretched out his arms otowards his mom, demanding to be picked up while she explained she couldn't possibly carry him and the baby in her belly all the way home.
Jeff was very thankful for his diaper, he guessed wearing mudpants full of pee would be really unpleasant. The idea of Tony having to walk home soaked with pee down to his socks made him laugh. "Are you laughing at Tony? That's not very nice!" Mommy said jokingly. "Do you wanna go on the swing?" she asked. Jeff answered with an enthusiastic "Yes!", and then he watched Maureen lead a very sad and wet Tony out of the playground as Mommy pushed him higher and higher.