That was fine with Erin. She was eleven years old; she should be able to handle a simple diaper change. Even if it’s my own diaper, she lamented. After all, she was able to clean herself and do laundry after a wet bed, and had done so many times at her old house. This time, her accident was contained in a single garment, so it should be much easier to deal with.
She was concerned that she might wake Hailey, but now that she knew how lightly Hailey slept, she knew to be much more careful with the noise she made.
As she approached the drawer containing her diapers, she hesitated. Was she supposed to change into another diaper, or conserve diapers and just wear panties for the rest of the night?