Twitter Story: Called Out

You're on the daycare playground having the bestest time!  You're about to go play in the sandbox when...

You stop...

You look straight ahead...

You bend your knees a little...

You start to push...

As the mess oozes out of you and into the back of your pants, you start to suck your thumb a bit.  It feels so right when it reaches the point where it starts coming out on its own and you don't have to push any more as much as just let it happen.

It's like swallowing but in reverse.  Still that same simple, primal feeling of having all the right muscles stretch at the right time.  Your tummy certainly feels better than it did a second ago.

 That's about the time when your bladder joins in too, and your diaper gets warmer and squishier. You were already a little wet before.  Miss Mumley didn't check you before going out.  She likely will check you coming back in.

You sigh and a faint, satisfied smile crosses your lips while the warm lump in the back of you fully takes form and spread out.  You give one extra push just in case, and then you're done; diaper filled up, squishy all over, and ready to keep playing with your friends.

"EWWWWWW! "  One of the big kids points at you.  "MISS MUMLEY, MISS MUMLEY!"

From her spot on the bench, Miss Mumley asks, "What is it, Jason?"

"They pooped!"  

You feel yourself turn hot on the inside and not in the good way.  Pooping wasn't something you told everybody about all the time, and even if it was, it's not like it was something to be made fun of.   You decide that you don't like this big Jason kid.  

Just because he could go potty like a grown-up didn't mean he got to boss you around like one.

Miss Mumley just glances at her phone.  "Yeah. That's about right."  Then she does nothing else.

You stand there frozen as Jason's mouth hangs open like it's waiting for the aeroplane at lunch.

"But...but...but...they pooped their pants!" He repeats.  

"That's right," Miss Mumley says.  "I saw it too. Babies do that. All the time"

"You're not gonna put them in time out?" Jason whines.

"Babies don't get timeout for going potty in their pants," Miss Mumley says.  "They're too little to know any better."

It's true.  In all your years, you've never known better than the life of a baby.  You probably never will know better.

"What's gonna happen to them?" Jason demands.  He's clearly hoping that SOMETHING dreadful happens to you.

Miss Mumley looks back down at her phone.  "Playground time is done in about five minutes," she says.  "That's when the babies get changed and the big kids take a potty break."

"You mean I have to hold it AND you get to tell me when to go to the bathroom AND I get in trouble if I go poopy in my pants?"

Miss Mumley shrugs.  "Thems the breaks kiddo.  Unless you're really a baby."  She arches her eyebrow. "Unless YOU want to be a baby.  Do YOU want me to put YOU in a diaper and let you play with the OTHER babies?"

It feels like it's been a long time, but you kinda remember when Miss Mumley asked you a similar question.  Jason looks back at you.  You can see the gears turning.  The disgust.  The temptation.  Are his lips puckering out of nervousness or is he imagining getting to suck his thumb and nobody making fun of him for it?

"No..." he said.  He doesn't sound like he quite believes it.

"Okay..." Miss Mumley says.  She doesn't sound like she believes him either.  "Then you better go play with the big kids."

Jason starts going off to the part of the playground where all the big kids hang out away from the babies.  He takes one last look look back at you and then breaks off into a run.  What was he doing all the way over here away from the big kids anyhow?

It's hard to remember, but you think you said 'no', once, too.  Maybe more than once?

You gasp! You've only got a couple minutes left of outside playtime!  

You toddle off to the sandbox as fast as you can!


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