As Diane and Alexa shuffled into the house, it was fairly quiet. “So are your kids coming down here?” Alexa asked, biting her lip.
Diane shook her head. “I figured dealing with one kid would be enough,” Diane teased.
Alexa elbowed Diane and said. “Well you’re basically a stepmom to me, grandma.”
“They’re spending some time with their father,” Diane said. “I didn’t want to be distracted while I was busy looking over you. And you’ve seen what they can be like. It was just easier not to bring them.
Alexa nodded. “I just don’t want them to know about my diapers,” she said.
“They won’t know a thing,” Diane said. “Speaking of, I brought some old cloth diapers. Carol mentioned you go through quite a few.”
“I don’t go through a lot!” Alexa cried.
Diane raised an eyebrow. “Are you wet right now?”
Alexa frowned and slowly nodded. “Yeah…”
Diane rolled her eyes. “Point proven,” she said. “Now… lay down. Last thing I want is to make your rash any worse. Carol would have my neck.”
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