Years ago, I told you a story about a little girl and a big mess, and it was very, very gross. In summary: BabyPoppy was taking a nap and her diaper failed and horrors commenced. Pete’s version involved not only his bed but a visit over to my room, where his pal Addison was taking a nap.
Two miracles:
So the kids are watching Nick Jr. now, because I’ve given up on their naps after all that commotion. (Also, I don’t want to walk back into the bedroom just now. Flashbacks.) Pete has been decontaminated, Addison has been disinfected just in case, and the washer is very busy scrubbing away the awfulness. I wish there were something that could scrub my brain clean, though, because I think I’m going to have to get a new bed otherwise.
I read this and then looked at your sidebar and the first think I saw was “Homemade puddin’ pops?!?” yeah, not a good association!
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I think these are good stories for framing near the front door when dating season begins.
this is the sort of thing you recount when they have children and are complaining.
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Thank you for further scaring me away from having children. 🙂
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