“Ashley,” John Roberts said over dinner that evening, “what do you suppose we ought to do about Jessica? It’s really unlike her to do something like this.”
“Well, other than taking Amanda’s diapers she seems her regular old self, dear. I’m not sure what to do.”
“Don’t forget you saw her wearing one, Ashley. She’s seventeen, a little old for diapers, I think.”
“It’s probably just a phase she’s going through. After all, she spends so much time with Amanda she’s probably wondering what being a baby feels like. It’s tough to remember fifteen years later.”
“So you’re saying we shouldn’t say anything to her parents?”
“Well, she’s maybe taken three diapers from Amanda. If she’s curious, I’m ok with that. If diapers keep disappearing, then I suppose we’ll have to do something. For now, though she is still technically a child, let her experiment. It hasn’t impacted her ability to care for Amanda. We’ve never walked in on her asleep on the couch in a diaper while Amanda was crying upstairs. Besides, there are far more harmful things for Jessie to be experimenting with.