Thursday December 23rd, 2004

I’m with a group of people helping change Everett’s diaper. Someone peels off his diaper and is repulsed by the smell of his poo. I grab him and ask for some wipes. As I start wiping him down, the small overwhelms me and I yell, “Give me a whiff of one of those wipes.” I feel better as I inhale the smell of the alcohol wipes and joke, “Uh-oh, I think I found a new friend.” After getting him cleaned off, I hand him to someone else who has a new diaper.