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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!

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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*

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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*

*he giggles happily at the funny (grossed out) faces Carlos was making* :D!

C: Ew, yucky… you’re a yucky boy, Max. Messy, messy, messy.

A: I found some cow clips, Daddy! *she holds up a plastic box of binder clips*

C: Huh? Oh, those are great, honey! Hang onto them!

*he keeps giggling til he looks out past Carlos, at seemingly nothing* ….

*Carlos lifts an eyebrow and glances over his shoulder to see what Max might see.*