Early this morning, I woke to the sounds of Jaclyn. I glanced at her silhouette at the foot of the bed, back lit by the sliver of light coming through the crack in the bathroom door. I shuffled slightly in my stupor, my foot grazing the changing pad that rested atop our bed.
I drifted in and out, hearing the crinkle of diaper straps being released. Just as I dozed off, another sound.
“Ugh! You’re peeing again?”
Shuffling, crinkling, and then, moments later.
“Are you kidding?! More pee??”
Again, the same familiar chorus. And again, followed by an escalating oral plea.
“OH MY GOD BABY STOP PEEING.”
