Somehow it didn’t seem real or probable, but if she had an album she had proof.

This room did look like it was used, things were not dusty just cluttered as if a child had been at play not long ago.

Margaret got a blow dryer and quickly dried and styled his hair using barrettes to move the hair from his eyes.

She put his hair in a ponytail with a red ribbon then she led him over to the changing table and pulled the towel away.

He shyly protested and covered his privates, Margaret smiled and easily picked him up and put him on the changing table.

“Don’t be shy silly girl, under this roof your just a baby doll.” Margaret gave Tarquin a zurbert on his belly and he giggled in spite of his embarrassment.

“Lift your bottom.” Margaret cooed,

Mary smiled as she slid the diaper under him.

You seem to like this!”