You give the wet five-year old a disgusted look. Krista looks like she's ready to cry now. You start to feel angry that you would have to clean her like this, but you just sigh. If you get mad with her, it would just scare Krista and maybe make her hate you. You don't want these kids to hate you. You set aside any negative feelings you have and pat Krista on the shoulder.
"Come, let's get you cleaned up." You say.
You take Krista by the hand and take her to the bathroom. There is a tub of baby wipes. Krista pulls off her pants and panties so you can clean her. You give her a quick wipe down her front, and a little scrub at the wettest parts. As you threw Krista's pants and panties into the laundry hamper, you noticed that it was full of urine-soaked panties.
"Krista, is this the first accident you had today?" You ask.
"No." Krista said, ashamedly.
"How many accidents have you had today, sweetie?" You ask.
"Four." Krista said.
"Kiddo, you'll run out of panties if you keep it up. I think you need diapers, at least for now." You say.
Krista frowned. She didn't like the idea of having to wear diapers, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. You got a small pink potty-chair out of the bathroom closet and made Krista sit down on it.
"Wait right here while I go find you some diapers." You said.
Krista felt completely humiliated.
"They're... They're in my room under my bed." Krista said.
You go into Krista's room ,and sure enough, right under her bed is several packs of diapers in a large short, wide plastic tub. You grab one of the diapers and go back to the bathroom. When you get back, you see that Krista had urinated a little bit in the potty chair.
"Do you still have to pee or poop?" You ask.
"I don't know..." Krista said.
"Well, why don't you try?" You say.
Krista pushed and grunted and tried to poop into the potty-chair.
"Ih! Ih! IHHHHH!" Krista grunted.
"Is anything coming out?" You ask.
"Mama usually rubs my tummy if it's having trouble coming out." Krista said.
You sigh. Clearly, potty training was a problem for Krista.
"You want me to rub your tummy?" You ask.
"Yeah." Krista said.
You slip your hand up Krista's shirt and rub her little tummy. She closed her eyes and grunted again. Sure enough, a little bit of poop plopped down into the small puddle of urine in the potty-chair's bottom. Krista was panting and a little out of breath now.
"Great job, Krista!" You said, smiling.
"Do... Do I still have to wear a diaper?" Krista asked.
"Yeah, you do. Sorry. But if you keep going in the potty like a big girl, I'll let you wear your big girl panties again." You said.
Krista stood up and you dumped the potty-chair's contents into the toilet. You rinsed it off in the bathtub, and took some baby wipes to wipe down Krista's butt for her. You pulled off her shirt because it would get in the way when you put the diaper on her. Krista was left completely naked now. You set the diaper on the floor.
"No lay down and put your butt-butt on the diaper, okay?" You said.
Krista did as you instructed. You sprinkled some baby powder on her, and quickly taped the diaper up. You looked at Krista, wearing nothing but her diaper, and smiled.
"You're so cute, you know that?" You said.
"I don't feel cute. I feel like a big stinky baby." Krista said.
You pat her on the shoulder.
"Oh, Krista, it's okay. Wearing diapers doesn't make you a baby. My Grandma wears diapers, and she's super old. That's the opposite of a baby, right?" You said.
"Yeah..." Krista said. Your anecdote seemed to go over her head.
"Well, see? You're not a baby, you're just a kid who needs diapers. See?" You said.
"I guess I feel a little better." Krista said, staring down at her diaper.
You go to the bathroom door.
"Now come on. Let's get out f here. This bathroom smells bad." You say.