Andrew stopped crying during her tirade and looked over at Joey for some sign that what she said was true. Joey didn’t return his gaze, instead his attention was turned inward to some demanding need that had to be answered before all else. Joey grunted, then smiled in satisfaction as if he had accomplished some task of great importance. The fetid odor of a dirty diaper reached Andrew’s nose and he realized that Joey was too far gone to help him escape his fate. When the reek hit the women, they smiled and looked at the two babies in the playpen wondering which one had messed his diapers. Becky smiled when she saw the sagging front of her ex-husband’s diaper, then turned and said to Andrew conversationally, “It looks like my Joey has pooped himself again. Did you notice, LITTLE Andy? He didn’t even cry! He hasn’t cried when he’s messed for a long, long time. Look at the grin on his face. He enjoyed pooping in his diapers! You will too in a few days, you won’t be able to help yourself.”
Krystyn nodded and added, “It won’t be very long before that coffee hits Andrew. Why don’t we leave the two of them as they are until they both need changing. I want Andrew to get used to the smell of dirty diapers as soon as possible! After all, he’s going to have to live with the smell for the rest of his life. I’d also like Andrew to watch his playmate getting changed just before I change his diapers. That is, if we adults can put up with Joey’s stench that long!”
“I’m sorry about the smell, Krystyn,” Becky said with a self-depreciating chuckle, “I only put Joey back on an all-formula diet yesterday. His poop won’t stop stinking for at least two more days. After that, he shouldn’t smell much at all. Commercial formula isn’t as good as mother’s milk, but it’s still less stinky than solid food. If I felt like breast feeding him all the time, his poop wouldn’t have any odor whatsoever. But I’ll be damned if I’m willing to suffer from sagging boobs just to keep him from being a little stinker!”