The door to the nursery opened. Christine entered. Immediately, she made eye contact with Marcia, who was still squatting in the crib, evidently messing herself. Christine put her hands on her hips.
“Clearly, a diaper was the right idea. You couldn’t hold it in long enough for me to come back?” Christine asked. Marcia merely grunted in response. “Hmph. Well, I suppose accidents do happen,” Christine said, her harsh tone softening. “But I think this means that once you’re finished, you’re going in another diaper.”
Marcia reluctantly nodded. She couldn’t help but agree. Finally, with one last grunt and push, she finished messing herself. She sighed loudly. Promptly, Christine picked her up and brought her to the changing table.
“Whew! You’re a smelly one!” Christine said once she opened Marcia’s diaper. Marcia blushed. “No worries, dear, I’ve seen it all before and changed plenty of poopy diapers. Honestly, this isn’t even in the top ten worst I’ve taken care of.”
Somewhat assuaged by Christine being so casual, Marcia relaxed a bit as her client proceeded to wipe her down and pin a fresh cloth diaper on. Once Christine had finished, Marcia sat up.
“Down, please,” she said politely. Christine picked her up.
“Not so fast. I was coming back to tell you that I’d changed my mind, and was going to let you get back to work despite what happened. But after watching you wet and mess yourself? I don’t think it’s smart. So instead…”