However, she had already been prepared for that. In the master bedroom was a large changing table. No kidding, an honest to goodness changing table. It was bigger than a baby’s changing table by a lot. It was plain to see that was what it was for and no other purpose!
I was very nervous when she said I was first. I was made to climb up on the changing table and lay down like a tiny baby. I think I became part chameleon because I could feel my face, ears, neck, and forehead turning deeper and deeper shades of red as she opened my diaper and proceeded to wipe my skin with a cool baby wipe.
Joey then piped up with, “Speaking of elephants, I know a way funny joke.”