Ray sighed as Trinna pulled his pajama bottoms back into place. “It hurt real bad, here.” He put his hand over his belly button. “Like I had to go, but worse. I tried to go to the bathroom, but I couldn’t hold it in.”

Trinna nodded, tying the bag with the dirty diaper in a tight not, than double bagging it just to be safe. “I’ll be right back.” She went to dispose of the bag and wash her hands, then returned. She put her hand against Ray’s forehead. “You don’t have a fever. How do you feel?”

“Okay, I guess. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

She pulled him up off the changing pad and into a hug. “Maybe you just had too much pizza. Do you want to go back to bed?”