“Aww, did you wet yourself? I think your pull-up leaked. You’ve got a little wet spot right here on your overalls.”
He felt her fingers slowly close around the back of his hand and pull his hand away from from his face.
“Okay, let’s go find your mommy.” She pulled him by the hand through the party, past people chatting and drinking and he doesn’t know what. It was all a blur right now.
“Do you know where Sheila is? Davie had a little bit of an accident…” He heard his friend’s voice from far away, through the drone of music and the sound of people talking.
“Aww, he did wet himself, didn’t he? I thought she put in him in a diaper tonight.”
“No, he just had a pull-up on when I checked.”
“Oh, really? That’s strange. I thought I remembered her telling me he needed to be diapered if he wanted to drink…”
Soo embarrassing. He tried his best to hide behind his free hand, wishing he could just disappear. It was true that his mommy usually put him in a diaper before they went out…but this time he’d begged for just a pull-up. And, clearly, he hadn’t been able to handle that.
“I want Mommy.” His voice sounded quiet and far-away.
“Oh, oh, don’t worry. We’re going to get you to Mommy. Shh, shh, shh, honey.” She lead him down the hallway and toward the kitchen. As they passed the bathroom, he heard the toilet flush, which made him squirm a little. Oh no…I definitely still need to go a little bit…
“Sheila!” They were finally in the kitchen. He could see his mommy standing by the island in the middle of the room, wine glass in hand, talking to her friends. “Your boyfriend’s having some trouble…”
“Oh, no, sweetheart!” She set the glass down on the counter and hurried over. “Ohh, baby, you couldn’t hold it, could you?”
“I didn’t know it was going to be that much,” he said, shifting from foot to foot.
“Does he need anything?” Oh no. The host was in the kitchen too. Now everyone was looking at him, asking Mommy what they could do.
“Yeah, actually…could we use your bedroom?”
Mommy guided him out of the kitchen, hand on his back. The door to the bedroom opened and then shut behind them, latch clicking into place. He wiggled his toes against the soft carpet through his socks. The room smelled like scented candles. There was all kinds of grown-up lady stuff in here, a makeup vanity and books on the bedside table. “I know you, honey. I can tell you need to go more, don’t you?”
“Come on. Don’t fight tonight. You’re already…well…you already kind of lost the battle, didn’t you?”
“Can we go to the bathroom, please?” He asked as she set her big bag on the floor and opened it. She pulled out a towel and spread it on the bed. “Am I going to get to go in the toilet?” he asked again as she put her hands under his arms and pulled him up onto the bed, sitting him on the towel.
“What does it look like is happening?” she asked, unfastening the buttons of his overalls. “Here, shimmy out of these for me. Ohh, good boy.”
“Um…maybe I’m…maybe I can go to the bathroom after this?”
“Don’t be silly, honey.” She guided his legs out in front of him and gently pushed his shoulders back onto the towel. He lifted up his butt and let her slide his overalls all the way off. She examined the wet spot on them carefully, running her fingers over the fabric. “You leaked a lot, huh?”
“I thought I could hold it, okay? I think I can this time…I just need you to help me up and…”
She set them on the bed next to him. “Look at how you start sucking your thumb as soon as I get you lying down and ready for a change…No, I really don’t think you’re ready for the toilet.”
“You used to let me,” he said, taking his thumb out of his mouth. He haated it when she pointed out how little he was acting. So mean. It made him feel all red and hot in the face, and…
“Hmm,” she said, tapping her fingers against her chin. “If you really hate this so much, what’s going on down here right now?” She smoothed his wet pull-up over his obvious erection.
“Stopppp.” He squirmed on the bed, rocking his hips from side to side.
“Don’t do that and mess up the towel. You are not leaking on someone else’s bed.”
Immediately he stopped rocking. His thumb slipped back into his mouth.
“You’re tired, too, aren’t you? I think we might need to head out soon, huh?” She smoothed his hair away from his face. It was true, he did feel sleepy…and warm…and relaxed. A little dribble of liquid in his pull-up…he stiffened. He could hear the crinkling sound of her fluffing a diaper. And then she was lifting his legs in the air and taking the pull-up off.
“Ohh…” She clucked her tongue. “You leaked a little bit on the towel. I hope that didn’t soak through…” The diaper was under his butt. Soo soft. “See, I told you just a pull-up wasn’t going to work so good.”
“I think I could do it…next time…”
“Uh-huh, that’s right, honey. Never heard that one before.” Now she was sliding on his “just-in-case” pants that she brought everywhere. “Butt up again, okay? There we go. You are being so good for me. Minus your bratty tongue.”
“I’m good! I can be good!”
“Okay, baby. I believe you.” She pulled him back up into a sitting position. Immediately he felt himself start to pee again. “Aw, going already? I know your peeing face, honey, you don’t need to blush like that. Come on, let’s get this all cleaned up and go say goodbye to everyone. We’re going to go home and read a story and go to sleep, okay? Does that sound good?”