Sunday, April 13, 2008

Overheard at the Diaper Pad

Sometimes the poop express arrives when you least expect it. Like ten minutes after the day is officially over, when your kid is dressed in pajamas and wrapped in blankets and tucked in, supposedly down for the count. And then notice is served: "Daddy! Daaaady! DAAAADDYY! Poop diaper!"

Sigh.

Cut to the diaper pad, where this conversation takes place.
Me: Too bad you didn't use the potty.
Aidan: Yeah, get dot.
Me: Now you'll have to wait until morning.
Aidan: In morning get grapes...and chocolate...and candy.
Me: Wow, you think?!
Aidan, laughing: NOOO!

I'm just glad he has a sense of humor about all of this.
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1 comment:

  1. Anonymous4:55 PM

    As they say, "Fatherhood: It's not a job; it's a doo-die."

    Cheers.

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