I undid his belt and then told him to do what we had done in the morning. He put his arms around my neck and I stood up with him hanging from my neck. In one motion I took off his shorts and his boxers and set him on the toilet.
“I’ll be right back,” I said. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Where would I go,” he called out as I jogged upstairs to my room to get the changing pad and the tub of wipes, then I stepped into the kitchen and broke into the “supplies,” size six pampers.
“How we doin’?” I asked as I walked into the bathroom.
He didn’t answer. “Almost done?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Okay, lets get you fixed up then.”