Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Oh no! I stepped into the living room of the Holiday party and smelled something VERY stinky! “Pyoo!” I whispered under my breath as my hand waved in front of my nose. “What in the world is that smell?” Against my better judgment, I started to sniff out the source of the horrible smell. Sniff, sniff. Sniff, sniff.
I had to find and get rid of that stink before the whole party smelled it and was ruined. As I approached the window, thinking I could open it for fresh air, the pungent smell burned at my nose. I pushed back the curtain, and wouldn’t you know it? The stinky source was squatted right there behind the curtain. “MR. STINKY PAMPERS! What are you doing?”
“Making you a present, Mama.” His red face wrinkled as he pushed.
The Stinkiest Present
“No, no, no!” I scooped up Mr. Stinky Pampers, and he kicked his legs.
“I’m not done!” He squirmed as I lifted his butt to my nose for a big whiff to check if he, indeed, was the source of the horrible smell filling the room.
“PYOO!!” I hollered and whipped my face away from his stinky butt. “It sure is you! Pyoo, we have to change this stinky booty!”
“No, no! Don’t change me, Mama!” He kicked some more, drawing the attention of some of our guests, who started to smell the stinky diaper as I walked by them. They giggled and gagged at how horrible my Stinky Present was!
“Hurry up and change that smelly baby!” Someone gasped. “Gross, that smells so bad!” Someone else laughed. “That’s the stinkiest Mr. Stinky Pampers I’ve ever smelled.”
I apologized to our guests and promised I’d change him right away, but I reminded them that I wasn’t sure it would do any good since Mr. Stinky Pampers seems to be VERY good at ALWAYS keeping himself smelly!
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270