“Oh yeah, where are my manners?” Lysa corrected herself. She took a deep breath. “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhahahahahaaaaaaaaa” Within seconds the girl was bawling, tears flowing down her cheeks. The playpen door opened and in came the woman wearing the nursery scrubs.
“Lysa, what’s the matter sweety?” she cooed, before sniffing the air. “Ooooh. Someone needs a change. Okay, come on.” The woman in the scrubs scooped the blonde chick up and carried her out of the pen, shutting the door behind her and took her over to a nearby giant changing table.