“You’re home early!” Jessica said, trying desperately to mask her surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you for another few hours.”
“Yes, dear.” Mrs Robers replied. “We were out visiting a relative and expected to be out well into the evening, but Mr. Roberts began to feel unwell so we figured we’d better come home. Did everything go ok?”
“Oh yeah. Everything was just fine. Amanda was an angel as usual.”
“That’s good. You can keep the extra money, dear. Thanks so much for your trouble.”
“Thanks so much, Mrs Roberts. Call me whenever you need a sitter for Amanda in the future; I’m more than happy to watch her.”
Bending over to pick up her purse, Jessica’s shirt lifted to betray the waistband of her diaper yet again, this time to Mrs Roberts, who said nothing as Jessica straightened back up and went home.
“John,” she said as her husband walked in the door, “I just witnessed the strangest thing.”
“Oh?” John replied.
“I think we have a baby for a babysitter.” Mrs Roberts mused.
“What do you mean by that.”
“I came in the house just now and the living room smelled like a wet diaper, but Amanda was nowhere to be seen so I assume she was sleeping in her crib. When Jessica bent down to pick up her purse I noticed that she was wearing a diaper, probably one of Amanda’s. As she walked out I could make out the outline of her diaper under her shorts.”
“What should we do about this? Should we tell Jess’ parents?”
“No, I think everything will work itself out in due course.”