I placed the changing pad on the floor and lowered Kevin down onto it. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Didn’t you and your mom talk about this?”
“Yeah…but I thought it wouldn’t start until later.”
“No time like the present.” I said.
Kevin let out a sigh and said softly, “Fine.”
I took the wipes and cleaned his bottom, humming a lullaby as I did so. I reached over and took the pamper and opened it up. I rolled him on his side a little because I didn’t want to grab him by his ankles and put the diaper under him. Then I taped him up and said, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No.”
“How’s that feel?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“Sure, you’ll get used to it. How about lunch?”
“What about my shorts?”
“It’s just us. You don’t really need them, do you?”
“No, I guess not.”