Johnny's 4-year-old body was full of energy. He ran around for a while. He fell a few times because his balance wasn't what it used to be, but he didn't care. His activity sped up his metabolism, and soon he had to pee. He started to run to the door, but before he could make it two steps, his bladder let loose. Baby fat swelled on his body, and his balance worsened, causing him to fall flat on his face.
The pain of the fall startled him, and he began to cry. He didn't even know why he was crying. He hadn't cried since he was 7 years old, but now he couldn't seem to stop it. What he didn't know was that he had not been potty trained until he was almost 4 years old, so he was now past the point of no return. Eventually his crying wore him out, and he began to feel sleepy. His mother found him fast asleep in the back yard when she came to call him in for lunch.
Mrs. Schmo came out and saw her son fast asleep on the ground. Gently, she woke him up and took him inside. She had a surprise for him. Instead of a regular chair, she picked him up and placed him in a high chair. Johnny objected, but Mrs. Schmo said, "Honey, you're only 3 years old. You always eat in a high chair." Once again, his magic underpants worked their magic, and Johnny said in his high pitched voice, "Yeah, you're right, Mom." With a little more difficulty than before, he ate his lunch and his mother put him down for a nap.