Thirteen-year-old Merrill didn't know how his sister, Peta roped him into babysitting for four-year-old Jamie. Jamie's mother called Peta begging her to babysit. There was some sort of emergency. But, Fifteen-year-old Peta had plans and couldn't do it. She didn't want to lose her best client by demurring, so she asked Merrill to do it for her. Jamie's mother was paying double since it was an emergency job. With the encouragement of twice the money, Merrill took the job.

Jamie was a vivacious little girl, but she was a bit slow. She still wore pull-ups. She had been tested by doctors who didn't find anything wrong with her. They assumed, or at least hoped, that Jamie would catch up by the time she entered Pre-K or soon thereafter.

Jamie was playing with some dolls in front of a TV which was playing some cartoons when she announced to Merrill, "I made a potty in my pants."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"Number 1 or number 2?"

"Number 1."

Merrill was relieved. He didn't want to deal with the mess of a number two. He spread out a changing mat on the floor. It would be easier for both of them if she was on the ground.

"Lay down."

Jamie wasn't wearing shoes or socks. (Merrill had also removed his sneakers. He preferred bare feet.) So changing her would be easy. he pulled off her stretch bright pink leggings, exposing the diaper. he could see the wet spot in the crotch of the pull-up.

Merrill had forgotten to bring with him a fresh pull-up.