Somehow it didn’t sound the same way it had when she greeted him that morning. There was a lilt and singsong to the way she said it that summoned an image of a mother talking to her baby.
It reminded him of how his mother used to talk to him when he was a little kid. The maternal tone in her voice made him feel like he was a toddler again. Ron knew Kimberly’s coddling should have irritated him, but somehow it didn’t. Instead, Ron found her attitude soothing to his nerves. He relaxed while she finished cleansing him and applied a thick coat of vaseline to his bottom before she lowered his bottom to the fresh diaper.
