Greg smiled, kissed the top of Sherlock’s head, then held onto his waist while he unlatched one side of the crib before switching arms and doing the same with the other side. “Are you a wet boy, too? Yes you are,” he said, answering his own question by patting the little detective’s backside and feeling the heavy padding shift under his hand. “No wonder you woke up in a state…I’d be cranky too, if I had to be stuck in a wet nappy!” he teased as he lifted Sherlock out of the crib and over to the changing table. “Can Uncle Greg change your bum, please?”