Ellen did hope he would be more cooperative in his drowsy state.
“Shhhh,” she hushed the boy as she lifted his shirt off over her head. “Grandma’s just getting you into your jammies. It’s night night time for all good baby boys, sweetie.”
In his incredible exhausted state, James felt no urge to resist, completely submissive to feeling Ellen’s hands unlocking his diaper. He could feel a dying urge to fight but couldn’t find it in him anymore. He simply lay their and listened to the tearing of the tabs and felt her gentle hands feel around to make sure he wasn’t wet as he drifted off, mentally and physically exhausted from such a hellish day.