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*
The Perfect Scientist 