“Have you seen my mom?” Andy asked.
“I think she went to help your dad with the shoveling,” she replied.
“Oh.”
“Don’t be silly, Andy,” she told him. “I used to do this for you all the time when you were little.”
That was true enough, he supposed, though he didn’t remember any of his diaper changes from when he was an infant. Nevertheless, he lay down and let his aunt diaper him. She took more time than her daughter did, carefully tugging the cloth up and over and securing it in place with a safety pin on each side.
“Thanks,” Andy said. He was amazed by how soft the fabric felt against him, though he doubted it would hold very much. That was OK – he didn’t plan on wetting until he got home.