After about twenty minutes, my mom picks the baby up from me and said, “Cody, why don’t you shower up and get dress? I’ll take care of Deanna here. Okay?”
“Alright mom,” I said to her. And so I wheeled myself over to the bathroom after my mom helped me out of bed. The shower stool was there so I could scoot over. But before I could do that, I heard another familiar voice in the other room. Aunt Deena came back from her appointment because she came right into the bathroom where I was at, I think she wants to do more than just assist me. But first I asked, “So how was your annual physical aunt Deena?”
“It went pretty good,” she said. “I got a clean bill of health. By the way,




















