It was a sunny afternoon, and Big Boy Harry was in one of his cranky moods. At just over two years old, Harry was growing fast, but he still relied on his diapers during playtime and naps. Today, however, his mom noticed something unusual—Harry seemed uncomfortable. He scratched at his diaper area and moaned softly, clearly irritated.
When his mom gently picked him up to check, she saw it: a patch of red, irritated skin peeking out from under his diaper. Harry had developed a diaper rash, likely from running around in his damp diaper earlier in the day. The sight made his mom feel a pang of worry, but she knew just what to do.
Carrying Harry to her room, she sat him on the small bed. “Harry, my big boy, let me see what’s going on,” she said soothingly, as she began unfastening his diaper. Harry whimpered, his little hands gripping his mom’s shirt for comfort.
Once the diaper was off, his mom carefully examined the rash. It looked tender, but thankfully, it wasn’t too severe. “You’ll be okay, sweetheart,” she reassured him. She went to fetch her first-aid supplies—a bottle of Betadine and some clean cotton swabs.
When she returned, Harry looked at the items curiously but also with suspicion. He didn’t like the look of the Betadine bottle one bit. Sensing his unease, his mom smiled and said, “This is going to help, Harry. Be brave, okay?”
But Harry wasn’t feeling brave. As soon as she dabbed the Betadine onto a cotton swab, he started to squirm. “No, no!” he cried, his voice growing louder with each second. His mom held him gently but firmly, speaking to him in a calming tone. “Harry, stay still, baby. Mommy’s fixing it for you.”
Despite his protests, his mom managed to apply the antiseptic to the rash with great care. Harry winced at the cool sensation but soon realized it wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. “See? All done!” his mom said cheerfully, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.
After applying the Betadine, she let the area air out for a while to prevent further irritation. Harry sat there, still a little pouty but visibly more comfortable. His mom brought out a clean diaper and powder to complete the process.
As she sprinkled the powder on his soft skin, Harry finally relaxed. He even started to play with the empty Betadine bottle, shaking it like a toy. “You’re such a silly boy,” his mom laughed. Harry giggled, his earlier discomfort forgotten.
Once he was cleaned up and wearing a fresh diaper, Harry clung to his mom, as if to thank her for taking care of him. She gave him a big hug and said, “Harry, my big boy, you’re always so brave.”
The rest of the afternoon, Harry stayed close to his mom. He seemed to understand that she had helped him feel better, and his usual mischievous energy started to return. By the time dinner rolled around, he was back to being his cheeky self, climbing on furniture and trying to snatch snacks off the table.
From that day on, his mom made sure to check his diapers more frequently and to use protective cream to prevent rashes. Harry, however, continued to be Harry—energetic, curious, and sometimes a little stubborn.
But whenever he needed his mom, she was always there, ready to soothe his troubles with love and care.
