“I’m so excited to see their nursery!” I said, changing Stephy’s soiled nappy. Kyle taught me how to do it again the next day when we visited them. “How about you, miss?” I asked, adjusting her nasal cannula. Stephy kicked her legs and wailed. “Oh, you too!” I gigglingly cooed.
Kyle smiled. “Baby…”
“Yes?” I looked at the two. Gabby was in his nappy while laying on his dad’s bare chest.
“I think he pooped too….” Kyle winced, checking and smelling his hand supporting Gabby’s bum. “He just farted,” he added, flinching as he knew it wasn’t just a fart.
“Oh… take your girl here,” I said, fixing Stephy’s diaper. “And bring that little fart machine here,” I laughed.
“Okay…” Kyle stood and towered next to me. “Here, mister…here’s your mommy…” he said, placing the boy beside his sister. “And c
