Marcel stopped in his tracks and froze for a second as he tried to pigeonhole the sudden sensation from his lower body. His hand moved to cover his rear end almost without him noticing. Then he realised what the feeling was: He had to poop!
"Hey, Ceel, do you have to go potty?" His dad interrupted Marcel's thought process.
Marcel shook his head.
Dad looked him over, suspicious. "Then why do you look like you gotta go number two?"
"'cause I gotta," Marcel said. The pushy feeling was growing inside him and he spread his legs. He instinctively started to lower himself into a squat.
Dad tried to stop him. "Let's quickly sit on the potty," he suggested, "if you poop your diaper, I'll have to change you before you can go back to the playground. But if you use the potty, you can continue playing right away."
Marcel paused in a half-squat. He hadn't considered that. In fact, he hadn't thought of the possibility of taking off his diaper to poop before at all. His mind was blown. Slowly, he got back up. "OK," he agreed and reached for his dad's hand. Dad took his hand and...
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