As you enter preschool, you see the teacher sitting at his desk like he usually does, and three other kids. One of them is Jason Kenway, a potty trained boy who is two years younger than you. You have no idea how his parents potty trained him so fast, but you have only one goal: getting him back into diapers. You pat the diaper around your waist just to comfirm that it is still there, becuase sometimes mommy puts pull-ups on you during the night, and head over to him.
"Hey Jason!", you say, and he jumps.
"What?", he responds in a calm voice like he usually does.
"Let me see your diaper.", you command, and try to pull down his tight fitting blue jeans.
"How many times do I have to tell you?", he says. "I'm potty trained."
"That doesn't mean you can't wear diapers!", you say.
"Yes it does." he says. "Diapers are impossible to get off when you have to go potty, and I hate getting diaper rash."
"Never mind.", you say, and head over to the other two girls who are chatting.
"Hi!", you say, and both girls look at you. "I'm Anna."
“I’m Kate.”, the younger girl says. “And this is Catherine.”
“Are you potty trained?”, you blurt, but the girls don’t find it odd.
“I wear pull-ups, and have used the potty a few times.”, Catherine says, lifting her skirt to show off her padding. “My sister her still wears diapers though.” “She has the worst messes EVER!”
To prove her point, Catherine holds her nose and says “P.U!”
Kate glares at Caterine, and she rolls her eyes. “She also has blowouts all the time.”, Catherine remarks as she rolls her eyes at her younger sister.
“Ok, ok ok.”, Kate replies, and then faces you. “I do have frequent accidents, but I’m working on it!”
Then, you notice Kate figeting, but you ignore it and keep chatting. Soon, a rancid smell fills the room. What do you do?