Rita and Leah walk to the bathrooms, Leah waddling thanks to her full diaper. Her heart sinks when she sees just how many people are in line for the bathroom. The mess in her diaper is already getting unbearable.
"This obviously won't work," Rita says after a few minutes of the line not budging. "You can't stay in a messy diaper!" She grabs Leah's hand and leads her away. They walk through the less populated part of the park, eventually coming to a secluded picnic area. "This will have to do."
"You want to change me in the open?" Leah squeaks. Rita sighs.
"It's that or wait half an hour to change you in the bathroom. The changing tables are in the stalls, after all."
"Ugh. Fine."
"Thank you for cooperating, sweetie." Rita takes a changing mat out of the diaper bag and lays it on the ground. Leah lays down on it. She stares up at the sky, trying to pretend this isn't happening, as Rita begins to change her. After Rita wipes her down with surprisingly cold baby wipes, Leah feels her aunt lift her butt.
"I don't need another diaper," Leah says quickly. Rita laughs.
"Leah, you just messed yourself!" Leah can't argue with that logic, no matter how much she wants to. Rita slides the fresh diaper under Leah and tapes it on, then redresses her. "There! All done!"
Leah gets to her feet clumsily and looks around. Hopefully, no one saw her diaper change and feeble attempt to avoid a new one.