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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he sees something in the corner of his eye as he turns, but it vanishes*

*Carlos blinks and looks around, wondering if there was a deer or something that he’d seen*

A: How are you gonna get him a diaper, Papa? We’re not at the store yet.

C: Oh! Well, I’m going to do a makeshift one with some paper towels and one of these garbage bags. Ooh, get me my packet of tissues too, will you? I don’t want the towels to cause a rash. I just need something to hold until we get to the store and into the bathroom so he can wear a real diaper.

*Max begins giggling and clapping again, kicking his little legs before trying to roll over to crawl off somewhere*

C: Hey! Where you going, you stinker? You’re not done! *grabs the kid’s foot and pulls him back before tickling it to keep him happy.* Just hang on for a second, buddy – you’re almost clean! *he takes a bottle of water and wets one of the paper towels to finish off with. The water’s cold*

*he laughs loudly when Carlos starts to tickle him, but decides he does not like the cold water and starts getting fussy again, angrily kicking his tiny legs*

Oh! Oh, hey! Hey, hey, it’s okay Max! It’s okay, I’m just making sure you’re clean! You’re almost done, buddy – I promise!

*he continues fussing and kicking*

Max hold on just a second! *tries to wipe whenever he gets the chance* There! Done! *throws the towel in the open trash bag and starts to pat the baby’s belly – trying to distract him*

*he calms down abit, but looks upset, he.. tiny baby burp, okay, now he looks relaxed…*

*sighs and smiles at the baby* There you go… all done! Now let’s get something put together until we get to the store, okay? *he takes a fresh trash bag and starts to fashion it into some makeshift knickers. He then takes paper towels and starts to fold them up into pads to line the knickers with.* Angie? Gimme the tissues.

A: Here, daddy! *gives him his packet of tissues*

*Carlos takes them and covers the paper towels with them.* Okay, Max! Time to put this on!

*he giggles, reaching up at Carlos before rolling over and crawling away again*

A: *giggles* There he goes, Papa!

C: Ack! Max, c’mon! Gimme a break! *he leans forward and grabs the boy around his middle, picking him up and pulling him back within reach.* Almost done, I promise! *he starts to put the MacGyver-style diaper on as quickly as he can* Angie! Clips!

A: Here, Papa! *she starts handing them to him one by one as he clips the diaper so it doesn’t just fall away

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he sees something in the corner of his eye as he turns, but it vanishes*

*Carlos blinks and looks around, wondering if there was a deer or something that he’d seen*

A: How are you gonna get him a diaper, Papa? We’re not at the store yet.

C: Oh! Well, I’m going to do a makeshift one with some paper towels and one of these garbage bags. Ooh, get me my packet of tissues too, will you? I don’t want the towels to cause a rash. I just need something to hold until we get to the store and into the bathroom so he can wear a real diaper.

*Max begins giggling and clapping again, kicking his little legs before trying to roll over to crawl off somewhere*

C: Hey! Where you going, you stinker? You’re not done! *grabs the kid’s foot and pulls him back before tickling it to keep him happy.* Just hang on for a second, buddy – you’re almost clean! *he takes a bottle of water and wets one of the paper towels to finish off with. The water’s cold*

*he laughs loudly when Carlos starts to tickle him, but decides he does not like the cold water and starts getting fussy again, angrily kicking his tiny legs*

Oh! Oh, hey! Hey, hey, it’s okay Max! It’s okay, I’m just making sure you’re clean! You’re almost done, buddy – I promise!

*he continues fussing and kicking*

Max hold on just a second! *tries to wipe whenever he gets the chance* There! Done! *throws the towel in the open trash bag and starts to pat the baby’s belly – trying to distract him*

*he calms down abit, but looks upset, he.. tiny baby burp, okay, now he looks relaxed…*

*sighs and smiles at the baby* There you go… all done! Now let’s get something put together until we get to the store, okay? *he takes a fresh trash bag and starts to fashion it into some makeshift knickers. He then takes paper towels and starts to fold them up into pads to line the knickers with.* Angie? Gimme the tissues.

A: Here, daddy! *gives him his packet of tissues*

*Carlos takes them and covers the paper towels with them.* Okay, Max! Time to put this on!

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*

A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*

C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?

A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…

*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*

A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*

C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?

*smells like it Max begins babbling again* pap..

A: I think he’s okay. *she sniffs* He’s smelly, Papa.

C: Ah sh… shoot. Hang on, sweetie. *he pulls to the side of the road and parks. He gets out and then opens the door to the back seat. He gets some paper towels from under the seat and a small roll of trash bags.*

*he curiously watches Carlos as he grabs the things, growing slightly fussy from his mess..*

A: He’s getting squirmy Papa… and he’s making a face.

C: I got it, hang on. *lays out paper towels on the seat and has a bag open and ready.* Give him to me – I’ll try to clean him up.

*he whines slightly, kicking his little legs when he was lifted up and holding one of Carlos’ hands* papa..!

C: Hi, Max. *smiles a the baby. He then lays him down and starts trying to clean up* Ugh… Angela? Look around in my glove compartment or my bag – I think I have some binder clips or alligator clips somewhere…

A: Okay! Clips, clips, clips… *she crawls into the front seat and starts looking*

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*

A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*

C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?

A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…

*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*

A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*

C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?

*smells like it Max begins babbling again* pap..

A: I think he’s okay. *she sniffs* He’s smelly, Papa.

C: Ah sh… shoot. Hang on, sweetie. *he pulls to the side of the road and parks. He gets out and then opens the door to the back seat. He gets some paper towels from under the seat and a small roll of trash bags.*

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he mumbles and chews on his hand again, looking out the window*

A: Oh – hey, Maxy, don’t do that! Don’t hurt your little hands, okay? *she gently takes his wrist to pull it away*

C: Sounds like he needs a pacifier too maybe… along with the mittens and the chew toy. Angie, what else do babies need?

A: Oh! Well, Mama gave everyone their own bibs with protection so that we wouldn’t get stains. And then she had those spinny things over our cribs and stuffed animals to be friends with. Though Gama ate mine and I’m still mad at him. *she frowns, remembering her toy* I miss her…

*he looked between Angie and Carlos as they spoke, not really understanding what they were saying, he yawns again, almost falling over this time*

A: Oh! Maxy, be careful! *she holds him closer*

C: *looks in the rear view mirror at the kids* Is he okay? Do you need me to pull over?

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Will it? Oh, that’s good to hear!

*he laughs and claps, looking over when the car pulls up, making random excided noises when he sees Carlos* papa! papa!

*Carlos blinks and scrunches his eyebrows in confusion as he
approaches.* Is he babbling? Has he been doing that the whole time?

A: No, Papa, he’s saying your name! Listen!

*it’s kinda a mix of both, Max smiles and reachs up at Carlos* papa! pap!

C: What? Oh my god… Oh my god, Max, you’re so smart! Say it again! Say ‘Papa’!

papa! *he giggles, clapping his little hands and babbling slightly*

A: He’s so cute!

C: He is! *he reaches and takes the baby from Angie.* Angie,
go hop in the car. But go in the back seat this time – babies can’t be in the
front seat.

A: Okay, papa! *she gets up and starts to go for the car.*

*he stops giggling when he sees Angie start leaving* an-gee..! *he clings to Carlos’ coat and yawns*

*Carlos follows her and stands by the door, waiting for her to get buckled in. He then leans down to hand Max to her.* Here you go – make sure to hold onto him. I’ll drive slowly.

A: Okay, papa. *she smiles and holds her arms out for Max*

*he yawns again and tiredly clings to Angie, making seemingly random noises*

*Carlos gets into the driver’s seat and then starts the car before pulling away from the camp.* How’s he doing back there?

A: He looks a little sleepy, papa.

*he whimpers slightly and looks out the window as Carlos drives off* ..?

A: Oh, Maxy, it’s okay! Papa’s driving us to the store to get you lots of cool stuff!

C: Like diapers! Those are a must, I suppose. I wonder if they have small packs instead of the massive boxes… I hope so.