Stacking your skis in sight of mama, mum takes you hand in search of some place to change you. Thankfully, no one is watching you as mum leads you to the changing room. You don’t think about the baby sign on the door as mum leads you in and locks the door.
“I’ll make this quick and painless, sweetie,” mum tells you with a reassuring smile.
The fold out changing table is a bit high, so mum lifts you up under your arms, setting you down on your bottom with a wet squelch. Setting aside mama’s bag, she helps you unzip you jacket and undo the shoulder straps on your ski pants. Then she helps you get your pants down. You shuffle your bum slightly to get them under your nappy.
