Typical Saturday morning chaos at the zoo - one kid back from hockey practice, remnants of toddler's breakfast on the table, Saturday paper strewn about the dining room table, Mommy back from early grocery trip and attempting to put away week's supplies, one kid whining about the lack of fun scheduled for the day, another kid being told to get ready for hockey...
As I was pulling the package of strawberries out of Quinn's grip, I caught a whiff of the unpleasant.
I asked spouse to change the poopy diaper.
Spouse took his time in gathering up diaper supplies, and Quinn took advantage. He ran to the table with a bowl of strawberries, and joined his siblings. To their utter dismay!
"Yuck - you stink! Someone change Quinn! He smells!" came the plaintive cries.
"I'm working on it," says Daddy.
Finally, Daddy gets down to business.
"Whoa, that's gross," comments Devlin.
"One day, you'll be a father, and you'll have to change diapers too. So get used to it," counsels his father while struggling to keep over-active toddler still.
"No way, I'm going to get an important job and be too busy to change diapers," announces Devlin, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"Well, you better do better in math if you want a great job!" retorts his Dad.
Aisling put in her two cents' worth, "I'm going to tell my husband to change ALL the diapers!"
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