A Doody Caper
Looking back, I do remember stepping on a wet spot and wondering what the heck happened. I chalked it up to kid shenanigans, just like I always do.
My perspective changed, however, when I went to change Dimple's diaper in preparation for his nap. Imagine my surprise when I unzipped his one-piece PJs and found...well nothing. His diaper was gone. GONE!
Immediately I assumed Munchkee had absconded with it. She's the most likely suspect. However, I seriously doubted she had the wherewithal to zipper Dimple back up securely into his PJs. Hmmm..
Since his PJs were wet, I opted to remove them. And there, wrapped around his ankle, was the missing diaper. Mystery solved. The worst part, though, was yet to come. Because wrapped around his other ankle?
A pile of doody.
Sometimes I marvel at the spectacle my life has become.
My perspective changed, however, when I went to change Dimple's diaper in preparation for his nap. Imagine my surprise when I unzipped his one-piece PJs and found...well nothing. His diaper was gone. GONE!
Immediately I assumed Munchkee had absconded with it. She's the most likely suspect. However, I seriously doubted she had the wherewithal to zipper Dimple back up securely into his PJs. Hmmm..
Since his PJs were wet, I opted to remove them. And there, wrapped around his ankle, was the missing diaper. Mystery solved. The worst part, though, was yet to come. Because wrapped around his other ankle?
A pile of doody.
Sometimes I marvel at the spectacle my life has become.