Mrs. Keneda knelt beside Clyde and spoke in a calm, gentle voice.
“Clyde, it’s okay,” she said softly. “Just use your pull-ups, and when you’re done, I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
She gave him a reassuring smile and stepped out of the room to give him privacy, quietly closing the door behind her. She stayed nearby, listening in case he needed her, but making sure he had space and dignity.
After a few minutes, she knocked lightly. “Clyde, I’m coming back in, okay?”
When she opened the door, she noticed the smell and her expression shifted to concern, not frustration. “Looks like your tummy was really bothering you,” she said gently. “That’s alright. Let’s get you comfortable again.”
She gathered her supplies—wipes, a fresh pair of pull-ups, and clean scrubs—and moved carefully, explaining each step so Clyde wouldn’t feel anxious.
As she helped him, she paused and looked a little more closely, her voice softening even more. “Hey… I think you might not be feeling very well,” she said with concern. “We’re going to take extra good care of you.”
She worked slowly and carefully, making sure he was clean and comfortable, speaking kindly the whole time. “You’re doing just fine, Clyde. I’ve got you.”
Once everything was cleaned up, she helped him into a fresh Lightning McQueen pull-up and clean clothes. She adjusted them gently and gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“All better,” she said. “But I think we should take it easy today. How about we head to my house so you can rest? I’ll keep an eye on you.”
She helped him up and stayed close beside him, making sure he felt safe and cared for as they left together.
