Krystyn opened the sound deadening door to find a screaming red-faced infant wailing angrily in his crib. The sound-proofing of the room had not been able to keep his loud caterwauls from traveling through the tiny space beneath the bottom of the door and the floor and be heard by her in her bedroom. When he saw her grinning over the railing of the crib, his wails died down to self-pitying snivels. Krystyn dropped the crib side to the floor and leaned over to hoist him out. She quickly carried him to the dresser and stripped the soaked, messy diaper from his bottom. Andrew was surprised at the reek of the diaper when she unfastened the tapes; the smell of ammonia was overpowering! “Ohhh, poor baby! Just look at sweetums little crotch! Hims got terrible diaper rash all over! Don’t worry, Honey. Aunt Krystyn has a special cream to make you feel better!”

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