She picked up Ron first and carried him at arm’s length to the nursery. Kimberly laid him down on the changing table and removed the tapes on the sides of his diaper. “Whoo!”, she said as she pulled the diaper down between his legs to expose the mess he had made, “You sure are a stinky baby! Let Kimberly get you cleaned up so you can be her sweet, little baby. Okay, Ron-Ron?”
Ron nodded and lay quietly while she lifted his legs and scrubbed the poop from his bottom with a babywipe. The guilt he had felt earlier when she changed his wet diaper was gone. All he felt now was relief that she was going to get him cleaned up and changed. While she worked, he mused on the peculiar way his name sounded when she said it.
