“Mommy, can you please hurry, I really need to get changed,” I whined at her.
“Go get your changing stuff out and lay on the bed,” mommy said from behind the door. “And tell your sister to come see me if she is out of the bathroom already.”
I sent Elaine off to talk to mommy, and then grabbed the changing pad from my diaper bag along with a pull-up, wipes, and baby powder. I wasn’t normally this cooperative with getting changed, but I wanted nothing more than to just get this diaper off of my bottom. After removing my swimsuit, I eased myself onto the bed in an attempt not to smear the poop across my bottom any more than I already had. I could hear Elaine arguing with mommy from the other room.
“Mom, why do I have to change her diaper? It’s so gross.”
