"You only just went." You father replies. "Can't you hold on?"
"Just pull over." You mother tells him. "You don't want her to have an accident."
"If she can't control her bladder for more than an hour maybe you should put her back in diapers." He argues.
You blush at your parents' references to accidents and diapers.
Frustrated, your father pulls over at another petrol station and you run for the toilet again.
When you return to the car your mother is alone.
"Where's Dad?" you ask.
"We went to get something from the shop." She replies.
You watch him leave the shop with a package under his arm. As he gets closer you realise what it is.
"He bought Diapers?" you ask your mother in disbelief.
"He isn't happy that you keep making him stop." She says. "You know how he gets when he's driving."
Your father arrives at the car and passes the package to your mother.
"Here. Get her diapered." He directs her. "I don't want to have to stop again."
She gets out of the car and opens your door. "Lay down honey."
"I'm not wearing a diaper!" You insist.
"You can either wear one now or I'll tell the school that you have a bedwetting problem and have the nurse diaper you every night." Your father threatens.
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