When our son was a baby, I would dig in, do the parenting thing, and help my wife with the diaper-changing routine. Now, I find myself doing the same thing with our grandson when I babysit. Nothing has changed. It’s still a dirty, smelly job, no matter how many wipes I use. I’d don a K95 facemask, but that might scare the little guy. I try and convince myself, just pretend you don’t smell the stench, and wait for his parents to return home. “Sorry. I didn’t notice he had pooped his diaper.” Yeah, right, that’s why the next-door neighbors have already ...