Mario guided Sid into a peaceful lay onto the black towel, butt facing dad.
"Let's see what a great job you've done!" He undid the adhesive-ish straps holding the diaper on Sid. With each strap undone, the load kept sagging deeper and closer to the floor.
"Ooh! Looks like you've done such a great job, Sid!"
Two straps were left. Once those were taken off, both at the same time, the bulky, lumpy mess landed on the towel with a thud, it unfolding and revealing Sid's bowels' accomplishment for both to see. The diaper's insides, heavingly full with Crosby dung, instantly appeared as a smashed-down mound of poo, like a mountain of brown on the shore of a urine pond of yellow.
"Great, Sid!" Mario harped on him, trying to act like he's not smelling it.
"Daddy proud?" Sid asked.
"Of course I'm proud! As much as I enjoy admiring your accomplishments, I know you must be tired of that messy little thing. Let's get you a clean one."
Mario grabbed a fresh nappy from his diaper bag, in addition to some fresh wipes that felt as cold as ice across Sid's bum.
"Can't forget the powder!" Mario doused Sid's new diaper's rump in the scented talcum powder. He then re-did the straps to hold the diaper together, Sid, on the other hand, feeling much more relieved than he was when he messed.
"Now, isn't that better?"
Sid cooed in agreement.
"Now, let's get you back to your breakfast."
He carried Sid over to the high-chair. Sid finished off the last of it with a rather different attitude than before.
