Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
My friend’s son, Kevi, had been sick, and I knew he was staying home from school to recover. While his mom was at work and he was home all alone, I thought it would be nice of me to stop by with some homemade soup and other snacks to make him feel better.
I knocked on the door, but there was no answer; assuming he had earbuds in or something, I pushed on the door, and it opened easily. Quietly, in case he was sleeping, I placed the crockpot of soup on the counter and decided to check on him before slipping back out the door. A commotion sounded from the laundry room, so I headed in that direction before checking his bedroom. I’m not sure what I expected to see, really, but finding Kevi standing there in only a diaper, wasn’t it? He was shoving his comforter in the washing machine and having a hell of a time. His little crinkly butt wiggled side to side as he fought the massive bedding.
Laundry Day
“Kevi?” My voice startled him, and he jumped to face me. His hands were doing their best to cover the front of his soggy diaper. “What are you doing? Why are you in a diaper?” I tried not to laugh, but I felt the smirk pulling at my lips.
“Miss Felicity! Oh, uh, I just.” He floundered. “It’s laundry day, and I had nothing else to wear?” My brows knitted together at his lie. He was much too old to have diapers in his size just lying around the house. My head cocked, and I pointed to the half-stuffed machine.
“Those look like bedding, not clothes? Did you wet the bed, Kevi?” His head dropped, and he nodded slowly. I pulled him in close to my breasts and rubbed his bare back. “Shh, it’s okay. Let me get you upstairs so I can change your diaper and put you back to bed. I’ll finish the laundry and warm up some lunch for you, okay?” He nuzzled into me and looked up at me.
“You aren’t mad?” I smiled and petted his head.
“No, I’m not mad. Sick babies can’t help themselves.”
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