Ron woke up bright and early the next day and made himself a pot of coffee. He moved the baby monitor into the kitchen and read the Sunday paper over a cup of coffee until she woke up. At seven thirty he heard her blathering to herself in her crib and took her a bottle of juice to drink after he had change her diaper. When he arrived in the nursery, he found her sitting up on the bed with her toy bunny in front of her shaking her finger and prattling to it as if she was lecturing the stuffed toy about some imagined naughtiness. Ron thought she looked adorable. Her diaper drooped heavily in front of her, hinting at the nights production of baby pee it held locked in it’s absorbent padding. Ron bent over her and picked her up, raising her to the level of his head and planting a good morning kiss on her forehead before carrying her over to the changing table to remove the sopping diaper. When he unfastened the front of the diaper, the reek of ammonia assaulted his nostrils. He quickly removed the irritating garment and wiped the stale pee from her loins with a babywipe. Then he folded the smelly diaper into a tight ball and tossed it in the wastebasket before he rediapered her.

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