There's something we call "airing out" here in BabyYarnoz Land. It's so famous around here that when the Pizz carts her plastic trays around and calls them her "baby" (yes, we realize how crazy that sounds and figure that at least one child will end up in therapy one day so it might as well be her), her "baby" (i.e. the plastic tray with nothing on it) has to "air out."
At the slightest twinge of buttock redness, said red buttock must be left open to air. Period. When a girl child has ever had to do this, it was simple: put in dress, omit diaper. Nothing too exciting. You could even forget they were airing out after a while. (Dangerous though!)
When poor Coco has to do it, it's quite another story!
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