"What is that?" Chloë says, meaning a Pampers box that's been left in the kitchen, as she seats herself on it.
"Don't sit on it," Eric says.
"It's diapers," I add, and look over from the cutting board to where she's still seated. "Don't sit there."
"I want to," Chloë says.
"Well, too bad," Eric says. "Get up."
Chloë adjusts herself. "My hand is under my butt," she says. I look over again. This is true. So, technically, she's not sitting on the diapers: she's sitting on her hand.