Ron carried her to the bathroom and stood on the scale, then he sat her on the bathroom counter and weighed himself alone. He subtracted his weight from their combined weights and said to himself as he looked down at Deedee, “Hmmm, twenty two pounds, that would make you about ten to twelve months old. I wonder how tall you are?”
He took her into the living room and laid her down on the couch, then he got a yardstick to measure her length from the top of her head to her heels; she was twenty nine inches. He shook his head at Deedee and said, “You’re too small to be a year old, Dear. I’d guess from your height that you’re only about ten months old. Come on, Deedee, Daddy’s taking you to WalMart to go shopping.”
He took her to the car and strapped her in the seat of the passenger side. The fit of the seat belt was loose, but under the circumstances, it was the best he could do. On the way to Walmart, Ron decided that he’d have to do something about the untidy appearance of Deedee’s diaper. He didn’t want any of the mothers that were shopping at Wal-Mart to see on her jerry-rigged diaper before he got her into a conventional diaper. His lawyer’s mind could follow the chain of logic easily. Any woman who saw it would know instantly that an infant so dressed had an unprepared caregiver. The conclusion they would draw was obvious; a caregiver that unprepared must have had the baby thrust on him suddenly. The fact that he was a man who do nothing to allay suspicion. It would probably make things worse. Women are extremely suspicious of men’s ability to care for small children. If he wasn’t careful, they’d see her and wonder how a man came into possession of a baby. The suspicion would be that he had committed some nefarious deed. Someone would be sure to call the police to investigate. The last thing he needed was to have to explain to the police where he got the baby girl he was with. The solution was simple. If she was properly attired, everyone would assume that he was he father and say nothing. She was sure to draw attention to herself dressed in an adult diaper. All he had to do was get her into some baby diapers before they got to the store.
He stopped at a convenience store and ran inside to get a small package of disposable diapers for her to wear. He had to hurry, it was illegal to leave a small child alone in a car. After paying for his purchase, he went around to the passenger side of the car and laid her down on the front seat. In a few minutes he had her diapered in one of the disposables he had bought and buckled safely in place. Then he got back into the car and drove the rest of the way to WalMart without incident. Ron carried her into the store and sat her facing him in the infant seat of the cart. Deedee was overjoyed with the experience. She laughed and cooed at the passerby as she gazed at the mundane shelves of merchandise with renewed interest. Everything looked so different from the vantage point of the shopping cart. The packaging seemed to be directed directly at her. The wrapping sparkled under the fluorescent light and the colors appeared more lively than she remembered. Deedee grabbed the heavy chromed wire of the cart on either side of her and rollicked enthusiastically. She was having a great time. She stuck out her tongue at several amused women shoppers as they passed by and cooed in pleasure at Ron.