Babies grew up. Every lifestyle item purchased for them had the obvious proviso that it was to be short lived and very temporary. They’d grow out of them, not need them, or no longer be interested in them. Littles that caught the attention of a baby-crazed Amazons weren’t so lucky, they weren’t allowed to. Little parents pushed and prepped their kids to grow up. Amazons hated the thought of their kids growing up so much that they stole children who were done growing.
I pointed to a box. “That one.”
Bert frowned and picked up the box of disposable training pants. Store brand. Super generic. Super cheap. Plain white. No bright colors or cute cartoons drawn on them. The kid on the front of the box wasn’t displaying them, just regular clothes. Wasn’t even smiling but just looking straight ahead.