"Rita, really, I don't need diapers," Leah insists. Rita acts like she doesn't hear her. "Rita!"
"My niece is a toddler for this week, but I don't hear a toddler talking. So it must not be my niece talking," Rita says as she grabs a massive package of diapers and throws it in the cart.
"Do we really need to do this?" Leah begs. "I know you can hear me!" Rita continues to ignore her. Leah sighs. "Auntie Wita, I no need diapees."
The toddler speech comes disconcertingly easy. Almost like it's a second language she's fluent in. She's certainly better at it than she is in Spanish, which Leah has been taking since middle school.
Rita smiles at her.
"Well, Leah, if you didn't need diapers, you wouldn't have done this." Rita lifts Leah's skirt, exposing her yellowed diaper. "But don't worry, at your age, it's to be expected."
Leah whimpers. Another spurt of pee enters her diaper. Rita continues shopping, only responding to Leah if she talks like the toddler she appears to be. After what feels like hours, they finish shopping.
Rita installs the new car seat in her car and buckles Leah in. Leah's belly rumbles. Rita tickles Leah's belly.
"Uh oh, sounds like someone is..."