To Leah's embarrassment, the toddlers are all better potty trained than her. Not a single one is in a diaper, and it looks like there are some that aren't even in training pants! She can't hear the telltale rustling when they run by her. To top it off, she only sees a few of the ones in training pants actually wet themselves.
Meanwhile, it doesn't take long for her morning poop to make its appearance known. Desperate to prove herself at least as mature as the toddler she is pretending to be, she tries to hold it. She crosses her legs and waddles awkwardly towards Rita. But she only gets a few steps in before her bowels evacuate suddenly and loudly.
A few parents chuckle at the loud shart Leah lets out. Leah's face burns as she reluctantly bends into a squat and begins to actively push. There's no point in trying to hold it anymore. She might as well get it over with.
After a few humiliating minutes, Leah finishes. She straightens, only to let out a squeak as Rita picks her up.
"I saw you pooping, little lady. Let's get you in a fresh diaper," Rita says. She's carries Leah towards the restrooms. "So, are you enjoying yourself?"
"Sort of? I mean, the toddlers here are, uh, more potty trained than I expected."
"Yeah, the people who come here are fancy rich people who potty train their kids super young," Rita says. "I think once their kids stop being babies, they get them out of diapers as quickly as possible."
That reassures Leah, though it also makes her wonder if she should change her toddler plans.