Those extra days I spent with Joey and his mom were all spent in diapers. I cannot tell you why, but except for that first morning, it never occurred to me to object to being wrapped in cloth diapers every hour of every day. Why only that one morning? Well that is because, up until that icy morning, I’d not felt the need to poop. Naps also became a regular thing. Like clockwork, right after lunch we’d both be given a sealed straw cup and sent to Joey’s room to take a nap.
That first morning, I had woke up feeling like my bowels were going to explode out of my stomach; boy, I really hate being woke up by my screaming bowels. Remember the Oatnut Bread I’d had bother at lunch and dinner the day before? Well, now it wanting back out and it was angry.