“Jake, come here right now, young man!” I called out in a stern voice. “Are you allowed to go off on your own like that without Mommy? Are you?”
I wanted to make sure we set a precedent here, so he wouldn’t get the idea that he could just wander off whenever he felt like it. After all, there was nothing particularly wrong with a little boy being so excited to go and play that he couldn’t wait another second. Still, rules were rules, and he needed to understand that.
Of course, I couldn’t help thinking about the mess I’d have to clean up on his bottom later. Thank goodness I’d had the foresight to pack a whole stash of wipes before we left. Foresight, huh? Haha. That, too, was going to bring back a few memories.
I watched him abruptly abandon his game and make his way over to me, looking thoroughly sheepish. He walked with that awkward, slightly waddling gait, his bulky diaper shifting between his thighs with every little step.