Paul was stuck in the cart with a pacifier in his mouth, tears running down his bright red
face, snot running from his nose and a huge box of diapers below him. He couldn't think
of any more humiliating situation for a four-year-old, let alone a teenager. He looked
contemptfully at his mom, who was visibly embarassed herself.
Suddenly he noticed a need to pee. He'd have to ask his mother to take him out of the
cart and show him the way to the bathroom - hopefully the store had one. No, wait - he
didn't need a toilet, he was wearing a pull-up! If his mom wanted a baby, she could have
one!
Paul tried to pee, but noticed that even as a little kid it was hard to consciously wet
himself. He had to push quite a bit till his bladder gave way. Just when he felt the pee
start to flow and spread between his legs, his mother asked
"What are you doing, Paula?"
"'uffin'" he replied with the pacifier still in his mouth.
"Do you need to pee?"
"Uh-uh!" Paul denied, but his mom just reached into the cart and shoved her hand under
Paula's skirt to check the pull-up, which was now soaked and warm.
The mother's facial expression froze. Withdrawing her hand, she leaned down and
brought her face close to Paul's.
"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked menacingly.
Paul suddenly thought this wasn't such a good plan after all. He couldn't answer. Instead,
he began to sob uncontrollably again. Ruffling his hair, his mother said
"Shhhh, it's okay. We'll get you out of your dirty diapee as soon as possible, which
means in the parking lot!" Paul sobbed even louder.
His idea had backfired completely, now he was going to be humiliated even more with a
public diaper change! His mom obviously meant it as she put a disposable changing mat
and a box of baby wipes into the cart.
At the cashiers, Paul was still crying. His mother offered to buy him a candy bar, but he
smashed it from her hand and sent it flying to the ground.
"Can't you behave just ONCE?!" his mother growled silently as she picked it up and put
it back.
Paul felt the cashier's stare as he scanned the diapers and baby items. "That guy surely
thinks I'm mentally retarded. Probably even pities HER!" he thought. By now, the front
of his dress was wet from tears and the pacifier was covered in snot. He thought of
spitting it out but didn't want to spend any second longer than necessary in the store...