On the other hand, if he merely accepted his fate and didn’t try to stand up like a man, he’d look and feel like a foolish infant. The thought of kneeling in the crib on his hands and knees with the huge bulge created by the multiple layers fabric protruding from his rear like some infantile version of an Edwardian lady’s bustle made him want to scream in frustration. He lay still on his back with his eyes closed as a single tear of defeat escaped and rolled down the side of his face.