Heather now glared at Kim. “Are you wearing diapers? Why were all the lights off? And what are you doing in the crib?”
“I was just g-goofing around,” Kim stuttered. “I was j-just seeing what it’s like…” Without listening to Kim’s lame response, her look quickly shifted from inquisitive to accusatory as Heather stated with finality, “I’m going to tell Mom!”
Kim cringed against the headboard of the crib as if he hoped he would be morphed to a liquid state and flow through the bars. He was utterly shit-faced with panic and dread looking, appropriately, like a trapped mouse. He tried desperately to think of something to say. “No, wait, uh, please Heather…,” he mumbled before the words choked in his throat and tears welled in his fear-stricken eyes.