Doctor Stenenbaulm again dropped her face into her hands, but this time, she was laughing so hard that her entire body was shaking.

All through dinner, no mention had been made as to why I had been asked to join them, and I gotta say, that I was practically dying to find out. By the time we finished our meal, I had, mostly, become used to Genevieve’s playfulness and was really enjoying the company of my new lady friends. We talked about all sorts of stuff too. Doctor Stenenbaulm told us about the time a man came into the emergency room wearing handcuffs, a ladies thong and nothing else. I guess you had to be there and hear the way she was telling it, because boy was it funny.

I was having so much fun that I didn’t even notice when the conversation ever so subtlety shifted to the subject of each of their children. And then I heard the word… ‘THE D-WORD’, which was first spoken by Herriot. I honestly cannot remember what she said prior to that word, but you can bet, I remember every word that followed.

“…diapers in a single day.” Herriot said.

My fork clanged again my plate when I heard her say ‘Diaper’ and they all looked my way.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

Dotty, I mean Eben’s mom, then began talking about Eben and his diapers. No kidding, right there at the table where God and everyone else could hear! She talked about his need for diapers as if it was the most normal thing to discuss at a place like the Pine Club.

And then Genevieve said, “Well, as you know, I kept all three of my boys in diapers until they left for college and they are all better men today because of them!” and then she hiccupped, because she had already had at least three more glasses of gin since I had arrived. Lord knows how many she had before I got there.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Every one of these ladies was talking about how they diapered their children and I don’t mean babies and toddlers, but school aged boys!

And then Dotty turned all attention to me. “And how I ever managed without the wonderful diaper case Max gave me two weeks ago, I do not know!”

She then reached under her chair and produced the green, zippered note book; I’d given her at Gulliver’s Mountain.

“I can’t tell you the number of times I have dreaded lugging the heavy diaper bag around for Eben.” She said, laying the folder in the middle of the table… OPEN!

“It has everything! Powder, wipes, cream and of course diapers! All in a completely generic case!” she said, pulling each item out and showing it to all the ladies.

Genevieve then asked me, “Where on earth did you come up with such a simple, and yet brilliant idea?”

Have you ever seen those old black and white cop shows were they put a guy in a room, shine a bright light in his eyes and then grill him for hours with questions? Well, that is exactly how I felt at that moment.

When I didn’t say anything, Dotty asked me, “You did say that you came up with this idea, right?”

“Yes mam.” I said, forgetting that this was supposed to be informal.

“For your little brother?” she asked.

“I don’t have a little broth… oh, you mean Damien?” I said, remembering that she had seen me changing Damien’s diaper at Gulliver’s Mountain. “Damien isn’t my little brother.” I said, and then I told them how I had ended up as Damien’s babysitter, slash big brother, and god help me, once I got started talking, I couldn’t stop myself. It was as though for the first time in my life, I was able to unburden every diaper related secret I had been keeping my entire life.

With enraptured interest, my female audience listened to everything I had to say and asked questions whenever they felt like it. I had become an open book for them to read.

When I had finished, I leaned back in my chair and sighed quietly to myself. Before that evening, I hadn’t known how consumed I had felt carrying all those secrets around with me, and afterward, I felt almost as though I could float away, unencumbered by my life of secrete close encounters.

The ladies continued talking for a while about the things I had shared, and about their own diaper related things. And then Dotty turned to me again and asked, “What would you think about going into business with us Max?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, nearly sliding out of my chair and under the table.

“We want to start mass producing your diaper case and selling it all over the country.” Genevieve explained.

“Huh?” I grunted, unable to process what was being said, “You want to do what?”

Finally, Doctor Stenenbaulm, I mean Roxanne, said to me, “Max, there are mothers all over the world that would love to have something as handy as your diaper cases.”

“What did you call it again?” she asked me.

“I haven’t really given it an official name yet, but Mark and I have been calling it the Super Hero Emergency Diapering Kit.” I said.

“No,” Genevieve said with another hiccup, “Needs to be shorter, more catchy.”

“Well, I kind of like what Dotty was calling it, a diaper case.” I said, “I mean it’s not a diaper bag, but a diaper case.”

“Diaper Case?” Sharon questioned thoughtfully.

“I like it!” Herriot decreed.

“It gets my stamp of approval.” Roxanne said.

Genevieve hit the table with her hand, “Diaper Case it is then!”