“All right, time to get out of the car, dear. I’m starving, how about you?” Aunt Brenda watched him with the tiniest smirk as she talked, like she was amused about his reaction. Ronnie wasn’t sure why his face would be so funny, since he knew the look he was giving her and the restaurant that she pulled up to could only be described as horrified. He looked down at himself, buckled into his car seat and wearing what could not an anyway be described as something a grown man would wear. Blue-striped onesie underneath a pair of shortalls, a very obvious diaper bulge underneath that… it was bad enough that he was riding in the car like this but going into a public place was too much! He argued about, told Aunt Brenda No! […]
