She knew he was almost an adult, but he seemed to remain stubbornly small for his age. He was barley larger than he was several years ago when she last changed his diapers. After the fleeting moment had passed, she removed the towel he was wearing and began to place the diaper under his bottom. Bobby lifted instinctually and tried to make the process as easy as possibly for his auntie.
“Would you like me to powder you, like I used to?” Theresa asked, sweetly.
“Yes, please auntie.” His reply sounded like it came from a boy much younger than 17.