Just when we thought it was safe to change a diaper, the Diarrhea Monster returned last night. Not in the same form of his larger brother that tortured us earlier in the afternoon at the Dr.'s office, but in a smaller more powerful smelling form. Yes, later on that same night, just when we felt secure enough to pull the plastic back on the old Dancing Teddy's Pampers, there it lurked again. It seemed this time to almost be waiting for us, possibly seeking revenge for our previous conquest. Maybe, but none the less he was there, just as we pulled the plastic off the top of the sweet little teddy bears dancing right below Sy's naval, he attacked. This time he gave no warning, just short explosions one right after another. It was almost like this one learned a lesson from the earlier experience, he left no time for us to prepare ourselves. Just several blasts that filled the air with a smell similar to that of reminisces of bad Mexican food after a long night of drinking. We quickly countered with a cover of another Pamper...... but to no avail. He got us good, Farrah chuckled as she covered her mouth, I quickly questioned whether or not I had did something wrong this week to deserve such humility. We decided to wait a minute or so before diving back in, which was the right decision in the end. After all was said and done with we had to put down another outfit, all the Shout in the world wasn't going to save that little thing. The funny thing is when I looked up at Sy he almost had a lil glimmer in his eye when it was all going on.....is it starting.....you know, remember when your parents used to always tell wait til u have kids and then u will know how it feels, well that day is upon us.
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