There was a day when I could not change a diaper. Two children and two grandchildren have changed all that. This week expanded the experience.
I was on duty in a medical office building. I was watching the toddler while my daughter had a routine visit to the OB/GYN. After an hour and forty-five minutes of waiting, my granddaughter started walking funny. It was the dreaded blue line. A diaper needed to be changed. After waiting this long I knew my daughter might emerge from the elevator at any moment. I also knew it might be another hour. I remembered seeing one of those baby changing stations in the men’s room. I stepped up like a man.
I won’t say it was the neatest job of diaper change but no one fell on the floor, nothing got dropped, the baby did not touch any unclean surfaces and the diaper stayed on. I call that a win.
And yes, all hands were washed before we went back to polite society, only to find that my daughter had emerged from the elevator as soon as I left the lobby.
This is how I am spending my time right now.
homo unius libri
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