Kim had been remanded to the high chair, whose narrow seat pinched his bloated rear end, while the thick diaper lifted his butt like a pillow and swelled against the bottom of the eating tray, filling all available spaces like packing foam, rendering him practically immobile.

“All we’ve got are baby girl clothes, anyway,” Heather replied. “There’s nothing here for a baby boy.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Mandy countered. “Babies are, you know, like sexless.”

“You mean genderless,” Heather corrected.

“Yeah, well, both, I guess,” Mandy mused. “You can hardly tell if a baby’s a boy or a girl. They look kind of the same, and a lot of baby boys are treated like baby girls. Some parents don’t cut their boy babies’ hair and even make them wear little dresses. About the only way to tell them apart sometimes is by color – blue for baby boys and pink for baby girls.”