“Peeuuu! Someone needs a diapie change!” she announced as she cradled him like an infant up the staircase, one hand firmly planted on his warm seat, every step causing him to bounce against the palm of her hand and squish and smear his poopy mess all over the inside of his Luvs. “Let’s get you back to the nursery and Nancy, Susan and I will take are of all that big yucky poopy in your pants.”
With every step, James could feel the poop run up against the backside of his diaper, making it stick to his rear end. He was positively humiliated as Nancy walked behind them, smiling at him the whole way and occasionally rubbing her nose against his – what James remembered his grandmother called “Eskimo kisses”. He thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse.