My mother is away for a period of days, leaving me vouchsafed to the man who is not my mother. This morning, the man who is not my mother took me out of doors, naked save for a dirty breachclout, covered in peach juice, bits of bagel, and dog hair. The pediatrician and I shared our disdain when he discovered he had forgotten the diaper bag, and other sane and able tall people were prevailed upon for wipes and covers. Godspeed, Mother. Godspeed.