Well, It’s happened. The poop has a smell.
Everyone said the day would come, but we never thought it would happen to us.
“He’s a breast milk baby. Their poop doesn’t stink.” We were quick to tell people.
We were wrong.
Has it always smelled?
Has his cuteness blinded us to the most oderific of all odors?
Does this mean he’s not as cute?
Diaper changes used to be filled with giggles and coo’s .
We would change him even if it wasn’t necessary, just so we could see his face light up and roll around in all his nakedness.
Now we wait till the last minute and bring a clothespin to cover our noses.
Plus the fact that we both know it’s just gonna get worse only makes us dread the inevitable noise that signals a fresh bomb has been dropped.
That’s something else…we used to call them poopies or dirties; now they are bombs in every sense of the word.
We used to share in the diaper changing duties, now possession is 9/10’s of the law.
I’m thinking about buying stock in Lysol.
1 comment:
it becomes life threatening when they reach the todler years right before the potty training. you might want to get a haz mat suit when he turns 1.
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