"There's only two. I thought you said there were three?" said a the whiny sorority sister coming out of her hiding place.
"No, I said there are three more."
"Oh? I hope the other sorority's don't nab them. I'd like to have a clean sweep. I know let's pinch the babies, and then the other boys will come in answer to their cries."
"No, every year we divide up the house. Heta Alpha Gamma gets the kitchen and dining room, Delta Omicron Gamma gets the basement, Mu Omicron Mu-we get the playroom and kids rooms, and Sigma Eta Chi gets the "Adult Bedrooms"."
"What do the other sisters do with their guys? Sell them as babies on the black market too?"
"I don't know what they do, but Gretchen told me never to eat any of the baked goods that the Heta A. Gams cook up, so I'm thinking they Hansel and Gretel them. Don't know about the others. Ginger, do you know?"
A subdued redhead emerges from the closet.
"I think they need changing."
She sat down and removed Sei's disposable first and replaced it with a fresh one.
"Ew, Mikey, did stinky poo!" she said pinching her nose and removing his didy too. She used baby wipes to clean him up and then rediapered him. "There who's Ginger's little man now?"
Mike pouted fiercely.
"Oh, I get it, Ginger is that the Mike who dumped you last week? Looks like he dumped on you two weeks in a row! Hahaha."
"Hey, Ginger, the diapers with the blue tabs are for the boys, you put one with pink tabs on Mike?"
"You mean Michelle," Ginger replied wickedly.
For Mike this was all too much, he started to bawl.
Footsteps running up the stairs.
"Oh, goody more diaper jockies, quick hide!"