“Honey, don’t squirm. Remember, you promised mama you’d be a good boy.”
“Am a bi’ boy!” Brian squealed, the tears starting to escape the corners of his reddened eyes again.
“Then show mama how you can hold still,” she replied.
Brian forced his legs to be still and mama’s hand left his bum at last. Then she had a bottle of powder and she was dusting his pee-pee and bum with it. The smell of the baby powder was overwhelming to his senses. It seemed they were becoming keener. Every touch, every scent was magnified. He could feel every cool fleck of powder settling on his pee-pee and bum.