Jon senses that it might be time to change Leta’s diaper. Could be the smell that is frying his eyeballs, could be the way she is perched on the floor, her legs sticking straight out a few inches off the floor as if she is trying to strengthen her stomach muscles. Could be that she just asked him to change her diaper. I’m thinking all arrows are pointing to poop.
“Wow,” he says as he reaches for a new diaper. “This is a big one!”
Leta grins from ear to ear and shouts, “THANK YOU!”
Who wouldn’t be proud of such hard work?
