Margaret poked her head into the nursery and wrinkled her nose as well.
“Good morning sleepy head!
Whew smells like my little dolly needs a bath!”
Margaret lowered the side of the pink crib and helped Rachel down.
Rachel hated the feel of her wet messy diaper.
“I don’t know why this happened.” Rachel whined.
“It’s okay Honey, your just a baby now, your diapers can handle it.” Margaret said soothingly as she bade Rachel to raise her arms as she pulled off her nighty and peeled off Rachel’s rhumba tights putting them both in the laundry hamper.
Margaret picked Rachel up and carried her to the changing table and gently setting her down.
Rachel made a face as she sat in the messy goop.
“You’ll get used to it sweetie,” Margaret said with a laugh,
Rachel frowned at that, in her mind she was still a 22 year old man!