But she was very surprised when I reached into my shoulder bag and revealed an actual diaper. Prissy knew me well enough to know that I could easily spend hours here toiling about and dreaming up new arrangements for the house. She was oh so sorry for ever thinking she could be a big girl. A poetic punishment, I thought. Step one is always baby powder. And what was it that I saw?
Noemi. Age: 25.
I gave her one more chance to save face, and asked if she needed her pull ups.
Kylee. Age: 31.
We had been in the store for only 10 minutes, at least, when I spotted her squirming out of the corner of my eye. How are we supposed to go on a road trip when i have to stop every hour so you can empty your wittle baby bladder?! She lost that chance, and this was what she was left with. A rather large wet spot between her legs that had slowly begun to creep its way up her bottom.