A ray of hope kept him together though, shined through with the ““But then what would your mother say about you coming home in a soiled diaper?” giving James hope that this was the last round of babying. Maybe she just wanted to take care of me for a bit to relive her days as a grandmother and didn’t want me to go home… messy, a word I struggled to even say out loud in my head…
“Upsy-daisy, cutie patootie,” Ellen coaxed as she helped him lift his bottom up off the used Luvs so she could roll it up and dispose of it in the diaper genie. “Now that you’re all clean, it’s Susan’s turn.”
