When they arrived, Ron carried Deedee to the carts outside and put her in the seat of the cart as he had in WalMart. Then he wheeled the cart inside and went directly to the baby goods aisles to buy Deedee some baby food. He went through the selections rapidly, having some idea of the food that she liked and knowing which ones she positively couldn’t stand. In a short time, the bottom of the cart was filled with enough jars of baby food to last her for at least two weeks. He took several six packs of prepared formula from the eye-height shelf and put them on top of the baby food in the cart, following them up with assorted sundries like feeding bibs, a card of pink plastic diaper pins and diaper creme. When he put the diaper creme in the cart, Ron smiled to himself in spite of his devotion to his infant wife. She had never messed in her diapers when she played baby in the past and he had been an attentive enough “Daddy” so that she had never developed diaper rash from her pee. Since she had become a real infant, however, he knew that she would soon find herself helplessly pooping in her diapers like a baby. It was best to be prepared for the worst and have the diaper creme on hand when the inevitable happened. When he had finished in the baby aisles, he went to the aisle with the detergents and got a box of Ivory Snow. As an afterthought, he added a box of diaper presoak to help get the messy stains out of the cloth diapers he had gotten at WalMart.
He had just turned out of the aisle and was going to the checkout stand when he happened to meet his mother-in-law, Jackie. Jackie recognized Ron immediately and said, “Hello, Ron! What an adorable little baby girl, she looks just like Deedee did when she was her age!” She winked at Ron and said jokingly, “And who’s little girl is this? I know it’s not Deedee’s. Have you been doing something you shouldn’t?”