Do you suppose I could hear anything? They went up to her room to talk about whatever teenage girls talk about, but Sarah left the door open, so she could hear if I got hurt and yelled.
She put the new diaper underneath me and cleaned me off with some baby wipes, throwing the dirty ones in the diaper pail.
I am not going to raise a cheater! Mom followed me down the stairs.
More than I thought, in fact.
I got up, kind of waddled uncomfortably across the room, and opened my door.
What if she had her friend over? But before I was done worrying about it I was sitting on it.