Kimberly walked around the playpen and picked Ron up from behind. Aside from not wanting to lay Ron’s dripping diaper next to her clothes, she was afraid that he might start beating on her with his tiny fists. Kimberly had never seen an infant that was so angry. She turned to carry Ron to the nursery, leaving Deedee where she was in the playpen. As she quickly walked to the nursery, she held him out in front of her with his body suspended by her hands under his armpits. She knew she had to hurry before the pee laden diaper slid off his bottom and fell on the floor. It was already halfway down his behind. The weight of the urine it had soaked up was forcing it inexorably down under the force of gravity.

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