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Apparently, Mac decided to let me in on the thriving cross-fence trade. I was working in a chair next to his playzone when I feel him tapping on my arm, having pulled up to the top of the fence. I look over at him, and he happily hands me his neatly folded diaper. I smile, take the diaper, and then take him to get a new diaper and a refastened onesie.