Seems like the warmth of summer and a generous bedtime sip of airag had conspired against the valiant efforts of little Bataa's diaper. After a quick cleanup and diaper change, he dutifully helped his mummy air out the wet bedding like the good boy he is, although his cheeks blushed a little at the thought of the neighbors’ children and all his friends spotting his wet onesie and bedclothes flapping on the clothesline.
