Must Memorialize, But Kinda Gross So Beware.
I don’t typically take a “lunch break” but since I work from home (in The Garage) I find myself jetting inside for a 5 minute burst of fun with the kids or to put Ben down for a nap, change a diaper or whatever.
Today Ben was ready for a nap and Kerri was on her way out to meet up with a neighbor so we could borrow their daughter for a few hours of fun with Abby so I grabbed Ben to put him down.
You must know that I have no sense of taste or smell, likely from nearly 20 years of smoking but possibly due to having someone put “smelling salts” up to my nose and causing the removal of my olfactory functions. But the point is, I have to physically “check” to see if Ben has a “present” in his diaper. After laying him down for his nap I figured I had better check to see if he had transferred weight from his body to the diaper hanging off his waist but in doing so I ended up with a handful of, well, my view of the election results. You know what I mean, right? If not, ask your neighbor or send me a private email and I’ll elaborate.
I only note this because it’s the first time in 4.5 years that it has occurred and I figured it would have happened long ago. As a matter of fact, I was going to continue feeling superior to the other Californians who have ended up with poo on their fingertips but I’ve been reduced to a statistic and one that other, more agile parents can look and laugh at. I figure, “whatever I can do to make your life a bit more enjoyable, I’m happy to do”. What other choice do I have?
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