Sometimes, no diaper check is needed. Even without the smell, the load in Mav's pants could have been spotted from a mile away. All the signs were there: the telltale drooping around the bum, the subtle brown stain around the leg gather.... It was obvious the toddler was in dire need of a change.
"Whaddya think, stinky?" Daddy said, patting the squishy seat of Mav's diaper gently. "Should we get you cleaned up?"
Mav looked up at Daddy and stared blankly for a few seconds, then shook his head and resumed playing.
Daddy chuckled. "Okay, kiddo. Five more minutes."