Elara laughed, her tension finally breaking. "Let's go home, Mark. I think we're as ready as we'll ever be to handle a tiny human who can't even hold his own head up."
As they rolled their cart toward the checkout, Elara looked at the small mountain of diapers. She realized she wasn't just buying paper and fluff; she was buying her first tools for a job she hadn't started yet.
He reached out and grabbed a massive tub of and a box of unscented water wipes . "If the diaper is the fortress, this is the moat."
As the woman wandered off, Elara and Mark stood in the silence of choice.