Parental ingenuity. Or something
We were at a work function. We’d forgot a change of clothes. And her snack. There were no other kids. It wasn’t going well.
Fortunately one of our co-workers brought her four year old.
Mallory needed to pee. I knew it was bad because she showed no fear of the restaurant washroom. She sat up on the toilet, underwear and culottes around her ankles and let fly. All over her culottes and her underwear.
My first thought was to wonder if her dress would be long enough to obscure the fact that she had nothing else on. But by her crying it became pretty clear that Mallory had to have something on underneath.
But what?
Napkins. Irene got the restaurant staff to give us some scotch tape and we used a couple of napkins to make a sort of… ah… diaper underwear thing.
Mallory was fine with it.
Next time we’ll be better organized.
