The lack of bulk between her legs was jarring all of a sudden; as if she’d need to learn to walk yet a third time now she was no longer in diapers.
Back in her room, Jess dressed in a pair of short, blue denim shorts and a pink tank top.
“I’m not a baby. I’m not a baby. I’m not a baby” She kept repeating to herself as she descended the stairs where she found Elizabeth watching television and having a bowl of cereal.
“Good morning, sis” Elizabeth cheerily greeted her sister. “Sleep well?” she asked.
“Yeah” Jess yawned. “Like the dead. What’s for breakfast?”
“I’m having cereal, though I saw oatmeal and I think there might be waffles.”