James blushed, mortified, as Nancy slowly, as if to savor the moment of his defeat, peeled back the first tape. The ripping sound of the plastic adhesive tab rang out through the nursery like a chorus, announcing his first poopy diaper change in god knew how many years was happening for him. Nancy then moved to the second tab, removing that one even slower, wanting James to hear every sticky snap of his diaper being peeled off. James turned bright red as she slowly pulled down the front and the first traces of messy BM were revealed.
“Oh hims made a big poopoo for his grammies!” Nancy squealed. “Oh yes, Grammy Ellie’s gonna need a whole box of baby wipes to clean up this tushie. Ellie dear, he’s all yours!”