A 'wet' morning home alone with the boy
Oliver and I are home alone today (Sarah has to work), and the day started off with something funny. Sarah left, I took the trash out to the curb, and I came back inside to play with Oliver. He was doing his favorite activity (banging his blue ring on the coffee table) when I noticed his pants were soaking wet.
"Strange," I thought, so I patted his diaper. OK, so I patted where his diaper SHOULD HAVE BEEN. Yes, I dressed him but didn't put a diaper on him. He had peed his pants for the first time. I guess after changing diapers for 13 months, I was bound to forget at some point. At least he didn't drop a deuce!
"Strange," I thought, so I patted his diaper. OK, so I patted where his diaper SHOULD HAVE BEEN. Yes, I dressed him but didn't put a diaper on him. He had peed his pants for the first time. I guess after changing diapers for 13 months, I was bound to forget at some point. At least he didn't drop a deuce!
I'd say you were darn lucky! The first thing he does at my house (after greeting Osage and Josie) is bang his blue ring on the coffee table and "drop a duece", as you put it. The wet pants were funny, but the other would've been hysterical!
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You're telling me, in terms of my luckiness. Less than an hour after I put him into a diaper, he made a really nasty surprise. That would have been extremely gross. Whew!
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