Featuring the lovely art of OmoPurr! This was one idea that definitely solidified in my head just as soon as I saw the image.
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Caption transcript:
“Come on, sweetie, tell us.”
Nicki flushes–all of Mommy’s friends are over. It’s bad enough she hasn’t been allowed to wear anything over her diaper, and that she can hear the grown ups snickering at the faded wetness indicator on her diaper, but now she’s going to have to say it.
“I need to use the potty,” Nicki said. “Um…please, mommy.”
“You’re wearing your potty,” Mommy chides. “And it looks like you already went, soggy pants.”
“No, um…not like that.” Nicki flushes, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, as though she can pull it down enough to hide her crinkly bottoms. Her tummy rumbles again, demonstrating her inability to keep holding back the inevitable accident.
“Then like what?” Mommy asks, tilting her head, as though she doesn’t understand.
“I gotta–” Nicki stammers, as the sound of a giggling gaggle of friends works its way into her head. “I gotta go Number Two!”
“Use your words,” Mommy insists. “Tell me, like the little girl you are, and maybe you can use the potty.”
“I–I’ve–” Nickie balls up her fists and shuts her eyes, so that maybe the grown ups won’t see her either. “I’ve gotta make boom-boom!”
“Good girl,” Mommy praises, beaming down at her. “Now, like I said–you’re already wearing your potty, so please. Go ahead and use it for me.”
“M-mommy!” Cheeks cherry read and dignity buried so deep it may as well have ceased to exist, Nicki doesn’t even realize she has a choice. Squatting down so low her diaper almost brushed the ground, she screws up her face, balls her fists, and starts to push. “Gotta–” she grunts, “Hng–poopy!”
Mommy smiles. “There’s my good girl.”