When I was much younger (around 16?) my Dad asked me to babysit for a "really nice young couple" who had 3 kids. Whelp, they lived in a two bedroom apartment in a really crappy neighborhood so, the two oldest couldn't go outside. They watched TV all day. That was great. Then the baby took a dump. When I went to change him, I asked the oldest where the wipes were and he pointed to a wadded up, already used, shit soaked, baby sized wash cloth, shrugged his shoulders and said "Just use that". I'm like, "you want me to change that 1 year old kid who just took a man-sized (and texture) dump with a used washcloth with my bare hands? I noped out of there so fast. I don't know why I felt the need to share that.