Erika found herself waking slowly. First thing first she began hearing things, specifically starting with her mommy seemingly in mid-sentence as she finished, "But you're sure she's old enough?"
"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine," answered what sounded like her daddy at once. "Karen did assure us that Tabitha does it all the time. She might be a little young, but I think she can handle a few hours worth of dirty diapers and a spoon-feeding or two."
Wait, Tabitha? The name sounded familiar, but in her sleep state, Erika didn't immediately place it. . . Wait, she knew who she was! She was one of the girls who went with her to. . . that place with the books, and the weird table chair things, and. . . Oddly, Erika found herself unable to quite place the rest of things at just this moment.
As the girl continued to wake up, she now noticed between her eyes and her sense of touch that she was in a different place than where she'd fallen asleep. Presently now, she sat in the backseat of her parents' three-row van, presently strapped into what and felt like a carseat. Made sense, that was what she usually rose --
Wait, no it wasn't. Since when did her parents have a carseat for her? Did they maybe buy it along with the bib and changing table she'd seen when Mommy changed her stinkies before her nap? That seemed to make the most sense...
Speaking of changing tables, wait, did this mean Tabitha was going to be changing her diapers? That. . . That was something Erika was, as quickly adjusting to her incontinence as she was, very much unsure about. Then there was the fact that it was probably coming up on dinner time and based on the mess she'd made the previous night and having not fed herself at breakfast, Erika figured she might not be allowed to anymore... And Tabitha'd see her drinking her ba-bas, and helping her go burpies, and...
Okay. Okay, maybe Erika could make this work. Her parents didn't seem to know she was awake yet, and maybe she could just pretend to be asleep. She ate just before lying down, and given how she'd gone through... How many? There was one when she woke up, then one... And the previous day there were... Did she not know how to count anymore? What about reading? She needed to find some text...
Erika's plans to both keep her being awake hidden and to find something to try and read both found themselves ruined, though, as she suddenly felt something begin to move and shift rapidly in her seat. After it finished, the girl at once, instinctively shouted, "Poopies!"