Nolan Diapered on the Road
Today was a big day for Nolan. For one, it was his twelfth birthday. Two, today was the day he, his little brother Harry, and their mother, moved from Rhode Island to San Francisco.
His mom appeared at the doorway to his room. Well, his former room. “Are you all set to go?” she asked, “there’s only one last thing before we hit the road.”
She left him, and Nolan made his way to the garage. The moving vans had already collected everything, and they had food and clothes packed for the ride. As he reached the door to the garage, his mother stopped him, “not so fast, I said there was one last thing.”
“Huh? I thought everything was packed,” Nolan questioned.
“It’s not that, wait in the living room.” She headed into the garage, and Nolan could hear her fetch something from the trunk as he led himself to the living room. She returned with a canvas bag, &