A crinkling follows Hazel as she makes her way down the stairs and into the lounge. Barney the Dinosaur's friendly songs play loudly on the television, and on an enlarged high-chair is some milk and cookies. How had Mom got hold of all this stuff so quickly? With a squelch of her pamper, Hazel sits in the high-chair.
'Haze, have you pooped your diaper? I can smell it from here.'