She came over to the crib and said brightly, “Good morning Tommy! Did Momma’s baby have a good sleep?”
She unlatched and dropped the crib side with a loud clash that hurt his ultra-sensitive infant tympanums. Then she bent over and grasped him under the armpits to flip him over on his back. As she turned him on his back, his Mother saw the slightly darkened wet spot on the crib sheet with nursery prints on a white background sheet where he had laid and smiled. Though it was hardly necessary, she put a finger inside the elasticized gathers of one of his legs of his plastic pants to peek inside so she could check the condition of his diaper.
