It was a very evil smirk. My mother who sat along my side must have known that smirk well, for she seemed immune.
I tried to calm myself down. I thought to myselfBlair, you?ve seen this done many times before. Heck, you?ve been on the receiving end not too far in the past. How hard could it be.? I took no comfort in this thought however. I felt like a child who had just been tossed into the deep end and told to swim. I grabbed my utensils as if I knew what I was doing. The Baby Fresh Baby Wipes on my left, the new clean disposable Luvs diaper with Muppet decorations on my right. .
I must have sat there motionless for quite some time because I began receiving direction from my mother to take off the pants. That too in itself sounds simple enough yet as I received instructions I was rudely warned of its peril. I had not really thought about it much, yet my mother pointed out to me that, many of us do not like to have our clothing removed. Many of us can remember our first time beingpants-ed? and how embarrassing it was. The same discomfort is involved yet they cannot express this in words. This discomfort often times manifests itself in the form of kicking and arching of the back, making such a task virtually impossible. Molly being young was unable to out-kick my mother and I (with our powers combined of course), and in no time the little jump-suit with the buttons along the insides of the legs, was no longer an obstacle.
Yet there lied in front of us the true dilemma, making the recently removed blue osh-kosh pants seem like the pseudo barrier that they were.
Now, to totally understand the new fear factor that faced me at that moment one must understand a few things. First off, a funny thing happens in the process that I have in years passed named theDiaper Greenhouse Effect?. As it is in a greenhouse, steam, heat and various gasses can enter into the building yet cannot escape.
