After her announcement that she had emptied her bowels, Erika instinctively tried to lean forward to take pressure off of her diaper. Unfortunately, being strapped into her carseat restricted the preteen toddler too much to alleviate it.
"Hm. Pretty unfortunate timing there. . ."
That was Erika's daddy speaking, but soon her mommy weighed in to agree, "Yeah. Don't think she was particularly merciful on her diaper either, think I'm starting to smell it up here."
That did make the little girl giggle a little, but soon enough she went back to considering her situation again. Okay, so one of them would change her diaper then - that was something! At least it spared her having to have one of her classmates do it. . .
All the same, though, she decided to try and rush the point given just how uncomfortable her diaper was, by way of announcing, "I needs new dydee! BIIIIIG poopies!"
"We can tell, sweetie."
While that was all her mom had to say about the matter, her dad answered, "It's okay. Just sit tight and we'll be at your babysitter's house in just a minute, I'm sure she can handle it."
Wait, what?!
"B-but! I--"
What could she do now? Erika's thumb found its way into her mouth quite instinctively there, as she found herself suddenly in quite desperate need of some consoling. How long was a minute? How long did she have to think on a possible solution to this? How could --
Before Erika could ask herself any more questions, she found herself quite dramatically shaken out of her thoughts as the car suddenly pulled into a drive through. If she was going to get out of this, Erika needed to find a solution, now.