Jason scowled at the employee.
“You can’t just grab me like that!” he snapped. He gestured to the baby stroller he was pushing with his other hand. “I’ve got my kid with me!”
“Your kid looks like the right age to use diapers,” the employee said.
“Yes, he is, that’s why we were in here earlier!” Jason said. He pointed out the store bag in the storage spot below the stroller. The Diaper Buddy Depot was his preferred place to pick up diapers for his son, since they only sold one thing: diapers for toddlers. “Now, let me go.”
“Sorry,” the employee mumbled. Jason shook his head. He pushed the stroller, glad to get away from the overeager employee. Being a single dad was hard enough without dealing with excitable diaper sellers. As he pushed the stroller through the mall, he could hear his son grunting loudly, audibly messing himself. He sighed loudly. His son seemed to go through diapers like tissues.
While he waited for his son to finish so he could change the dirty diaper, Jason pulled out his phone and generated a new sentence.
“Jason is the single father to a diapered toddler son.”