"Oh, and honey, make sure to pick up more diapers for the babies. Yes, size 16 and size 27, Huggies, the usual." That was how Eva Staller always ended her phone calls with her husband Andy. With two little babies around the house, they seemed to go through diapers like wildfire. She couldn't wait for Kev to start potty training in 3 years. The 63-year-old woman was still young, but 17 years of diaper changes, screaming infants, breast feeding, and playtime was taking its toll on her psyche. She couldn't imagine how it felt to be a mother of 3 or 4 babies.
Andy came in the door a few minutes later, carrying the groceries, no Huggies in sight. "They're in the trunk, dear." He said, referencing Eva's worried expression. Eva went out and added the diapers to their stockpile, and brought in two cases to put in the kids' changing tables and diaper bags. Just as the last diaper was put away, Kev began to wail from his room. Eva ran up. "Oh, someone made a stinky during his nap!" She lifted the tot from his crib and laid him on the restocked changing table. She noticed a ring on his finger. "Oh, I don't want you choking, mister! I'll save this for later." She said, slipping the ring off the struggling infant and onto her own finger. She proceeded to change Kevin's diaper as she had countless times before, and made a little wish to herself. That wish was...