“Because I told you so.”
“But she pooped in it!”
“Exactly. That’s why it needs to be changed. Now go.”
Elaine returned from the other room a few moments later with a couple of paper tissues in her hand. She wadded them up and stuck them in each of her nostrils. Since I wasn’t allowed to change myself, mommy had begun to teach Elaine how to change my diapers. Both of us hated it. Messy diapers were a rarity, and Elaine hadn’t ever had to change one of those before.
“Ewe!,” my younger sister exclaimed as she pulled back the front of the diaper after undoing all four of the tapes.
I couldn’t see the state of the diaper, but the nauseating smell wafting toward my nostrils made me wish I had some tissue paper stuffed into my nose as well.
“You’re so gross,” Elaine said, as she began to gingerly wipe away at my bottom.