The World's Greatest Spectacle - A novel Novel

he had heard the sounds of the procedure several times from a nearby room: Cindee talking baby talk in a high pitched voice and Brinlee either cooing, laughing, or crying. He certainly didn’t have much experience to draw on, but he concluded that he really didn’t have a better alternative than to give it a shot. Just for this one moment in time, he was wishing his chauvinistic approach to the fundamental needs of children hadn’t prevented him from learning something useful about what he was going to attempt to do.

His first challenge was to find a diaper. A thorough search of the downstairs produced nothing. He was contemplating going upstairs to Brinlee’s room, but his inexplicable resistance to getting that close to their bedroom caused him to explore the possibility of Cindee’s car. He hit pay dirt.

Next to the car seat was what looked like a purse, only it was four times the normal size, and next to this zipped up bag was one, solitary, unused diaper.

Feeling a little more confident, he grabbed it and headed back to the family room.

Brinlee was playing happily, but when Brock put his hands under her armpits to stand her up, she began to wiggle her shoulders as violently as she could and cried out, “No, no, no.” Of course Brock was bigger and stronger.

He held her vertically in the air as she kicked her legs back and forth as fast as she could. Is she going to stop kicking? Gradually the kicking slowed down, so Brock tested her feet on the ground by lowering her body weight onto them.

As soon as she felt his hands release complete control of her upper body she immediately sat down on the ground with her eyes glaring directly into his as if to say, “I dare you to try that again.”

Brock retreated to the kitchen to look for a bribe. He finally settled on what he hoped might work. “Brinlee, if you stand up by yourself I’ll give you this marshmallow.” Brock hit a homerun. Brinlee loved marshmallows. She stood up and he placed the squeezable white ball of sugar in her outstretched hand. While a third of the bribe was disappearing into her mouth Brock pulled her pants down around her ankles. Figuring out how to undo the diaper was easy as Brock found the tabs across the front. He pulled each one, and, as the second one released its grip on the diaper surface, gravity took over, and the diaper fell down on top of the pants around Brinlee’s ankles. The unexpected sight and smell of what now confronted him caused Brock to quickly close his mouth, hold his breath, and to exert commendable discipline 58