How is it that a toddler in a well secured diaper, while sitting in his high chair, can poop completely down one leg and leave the diaper itself pristinely untouched? Or, inexplicably, out BOTH SIDES of the diaper, while leaving a broad white expanse in between? What freak of baby anatomy allows this amazing feat?
If we can put a man on the moon, and cell phone service in the Sahara, why can we not produce an explosion-free diaper?Â
It’s just another sign that men are in charge of the Universe.
Â
(I am working on something more profound, really I am. This has just occupied my mind lately.)
September 12th, 2006 at 11:02 am
6 Responses to “The Great Mysteries of Life”
Well – at least it bodes well for when he grows up. He won’t have skid marks in his underwear. bwa..haha.ha….
Eeewwww. It’s bad enough I have to wipe his tush as a baby. I don’t want to imagine his wiping skills as an adult…
My favorite is the diaper so bad that you just put them in the tub and hose them off. Yeah… Love that part of being a mommy.. whee.
Um….. I found a new cat litter that controls odor really well?
Sorry. I got nothin’.
Only thing I got to compare, is when Jeffro decided he wanted something a little sweeter — and ate an entire bowl of Orange Cream Hershey’s Kisses. Them’s some shiny… poops, let me tell you what.
The joy of children. When you are having writer’s block on all other subjects, you can alway fall back on Poop.