His diaper rash must have returned with a vengeance,” she thought to herself, “Too bad! I’m not scheduled to go up there until noon to give him lunch. It looks like my little baby will have to suffer another hour and fifteen minutes.”
Finally, Andrew’s sobs quieted down to broken whimpers as he leaned forward and rested his head on the plastic mat while he remained kneeling. The plastic felt hot against his wet face, but he no longer cared. His tantrum had exhausted him. His thumb crept up to his mouth and while his other arm drew the teddy bear close to him for comfort. In a few minutes, he fell into a fitful sleep with his diapered bottom high in the air while the rest of his body knelt on the floor of the playpen.