Mommy, I Can Hold It

My heart is pounding. My fists are clenched hard. I can feel each drop of sweat slowly inching its way down my forehead. I can feel my form is falling from being out of shape. I can do this. I can make it. I just have to keep on putting one foot in front of the other. I stretch my arm out reaching for the finish. My body filled with craving for the sweet release of victory.  I am almost there. Just keep on going. “And, Gotcha!” I scream as my hand touches the cold door. “I win! I win! I told you I would beat you, Mom.” I yell to her as she walks down the side walk. “Keelyn, stop running. I told you we weren’t racing.” But I can tell she doesn’t really mind. I love racing. I also love my mom. Ooh and going places with her is fun too. If you didn’t know, I am Keelyn. I am 5 years old, I have big brown hair with tiny curls all in it, and I have pale skin. I am a little bigger than most of the kids at my school. Mom says it is because of all the milk I drink. I normally go to school on the weekdays, but today I am going to the doctor with my mom so she can get the bumps on her feet looked at. I think it is called eggsahma. Why am I not at school, you may ask. Am I skipping? Why yes, yes I am skipping. Because I am the coolest kid ever. Also, it being the last day of school might help as well.  “Gosh Mom, you really need to get into shape,” I giggle. By the time she makes it to the door I have it open for her. As she passes I say,” What took you so long? I have been waiting hear all day long.” As she darts a look at me she whispers, “Oh hush, you little rascal.”

As we walk in, I can feel my bladder screaming reminding me about how I need to go potty. I think I will wait until we find a seat first so I can pick where we sit. My mom is the worst at finding places to sit. She always sits the farthest away from all the toys. We walk through a bunch of big scary doors and through tiny confusing hallways. We stop at two smaller doors, and Mom asks, “Ok, Keelyn. Do you need to go to the bathroom before we go to my doctor’s office?” Hmm, should I lie and just hold it for the seat or should I go so I don’t explode? Pee or seat? “Keelyn?”She says. Should I pick pee or seat? Should I pick pee or toys? Toys! “I don’t think I need to,” I say sweetly looking up at her. “You don’t even want to try?” she asks. “No, I am ok.” I hope I can hold it.