While John loaded our things into the car mom took me by the hand and led me all the way up to Beth’s room where she had me climb up on the changing table and proceeded to remove the diaper cover, plastic pants, and cloth diaper. She then took great care in making sure I was very clean down there before slipping a plastic disposable diaper under my bottom. She then proceeded to cover my entire diaper area in diaper rash cream, followed by baby powder and finally she pulled the diaper up and taped it into place.
I didn’t object at all to the idea of having to wear a diaper on the ride home. Actually it didn’t even occur to me to object. I do, however, remember thinking how thin and inadequate the disposable diaper felt compared to the cloth diapers I’d been wearing all week. It didn’t even feel like I had a diaper on at all.