I wished she would hurry up and get it over with. That’s what you have to do with a messy diaper, just take a wipe and bravely go right down the middle with it. Elaine was too squeamish. She practically went through half of the fifty-pack of baby wipes before she pulled the diaper away and wrapped it up snuggly.
Elaine carried the diaper away to the trash can, which I was thankful for because wrapping it up wasn’t nearly enough to eliminate that awful stench. I remained still on the bed. For half-a-second, I considered grabbing the pull-up and putting it on myself, but I knew mommy wouldn’t be happy with me doing that, and the odds of Elaine not tattling on me are non-existent.
When Elaine returned from disposing of the diaper, she was holding a diaper in her hand.
