Thursday, December 2, 2010

Things we need to believe...

I need to believe that daddywhumpus had no idea or hint of the glorious mess he was leaving me with when he went to play music.

That was hands-down, the worst poopsplosion we have ever had in this house, all homo sapiens included. I suppose the only thanks is that it was confined to the smallest human, but it is small compensation for the corny, slimy mess that extended from diaper to neck, necessitating a hose down in the tub, and red-faced screaming and crying which ended in a snotty sneeze on my shoulder and arm.

The smell will linger long after the poop is hosed down the loo.

The memory will linger even longer.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

sounds like a painting Norman Rockwell fergot to paint "someone's SH*T hit the fan" oils

tell me THAT was a kodak moment saved