“Gee-whiz, Alvin! How could you get a red stain from a white diaper?! How stupid can you get?” I rebuked myself for even thinking something so dim-witted.
Once I readjusted the water so that it was cooler, I was able to continue my shower. I had to adjust it again about halfway through to make it even colder. By the time I stepped out of the shower, my little balls were so shriveled up that it hardly looked like I had a sack at all.
It wasn’t until I was looking at my body in the mirror that I realized that what I was seeing was the onset of a bad diaper rash. My mind flashed back to each diaper change and the fact that mom had applied diaper cream each time.