“Jess,” Elizabeth began nerouvsly, “a few weeks back we were around the house watching TV. As we were making lunch, I caught a glimpse of a white plastic waistband when you bent over to grab something from the fridge. I asked you to hand me the mustard, not believing my eyes, and, sure enough, I saw the waistband of your diaper. When you stood up I could make out the outline of your diaper beneath your jeans. When I found out about this contest I thought it would be good for you. You’re my sister and you’re still my best friend and I love you. I did this because I want what’s best for you.”