“Joan?” Theresa interrupted. “I know this may be a bit much, but if Bobby is going to wear diapers all of the time, he may need to shave his, uh, diaper area.”
Joan looked at Theresa in shock, then her expression relaxed. “Fine, where are your razors?” she sighed.
“Sarah had some in the drawer next to the bathroom sink.”
Joan entered the bathroom, where her son, wearing only his wet diaper was standing.
“I think the shower has warmed up,” he said.
“Great. Sweetie, auntie thinks you should, uh. I mean we both think that you…”
She turned her attention to the drawer next to the sink. When she opened it she saw a package of women’s disposable shavers. She grabbed one and turned to Bobby.