These word were spoken by my dad earlier today. I walk into the living room to see him holding D like he’s contagious. As he turns him around I notice there is poo from his arm pit to his knee.

I quickly run into our room, begin the bath, and carefully take off the inside that’s still on D. It spreads as I remove his clothes. At this point it’s just easier to put him in the stream of water coming the faucet. As I begin to clean the little man he has the biggest smile and does not mind receiving the full attention of Z, my dad, and me. Once clean, he gets a full washing and enjoys splashing and kicking.

Having kids is always an adventure, the poo from head to toe is not one I enjoy, but it’s one of the most exciting.

-S