Uncle James never had anything bad to say about diapers. He basically ignored them for the most part. I mean, it wasn’t as if he was going to be changing them. The only time he’d said anything was when he caught me lounging on the couch with just a diaper and a t-shirt on and he told me to cover it up. I’d get the odd look occasionally from him as well if I mentioned that I need to step away to change myself, but he never teased me or said anything derogatory.
This was the third morning my aunt and uncle had left me alone in the house, and I still haven’t gotten over the strangeness of it. I’ve never been left alone before like this, at least, in the physical sense, with the freedom to indulge in whatever I desired to do without someone constantly looking over my shoulder.