“Well that’s okay then.” I said as I pulled the diaper between his legs and taped it into place. I picked him up and brought him into his bedroom and set him on the bed. I took the pajama top and said, “The ‘stick ‘em up’ thing is getting old. Can we just get this on?” I threaded one arm through the top and then the other and then buttoned it up the front.
Kevin looked down and said, “Where’d you get this?”
“It was in your dresser. Don’t you recognize it.”
“No. I hate the Yankees. I’m a Mets fan…Oh, I know. One of mom’s cousins sent it to me for my birthday last year and I never wore it. She couldn’t keep the Mets and the Yankees straight, besides, I stopped wearing pajamas in the summer last year.”