Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
The other day, I was hanging out with a few of my girlfriends at the house when someone rang the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so hesitantly, I opened the door and saw Mr. Stinky Pampers and his Mom on my doorstep. “Kayla! Thank goodness you’re home! I have an emergency at work, and I just can’t take Mr. Stinky Pampers with me. Is there ANYWAY you could watch him for just a few hours?” She folded her hands together like she was praying and pleaded. “Please? I’ll pay you double your normal rate.”
I reached out and ruffled Mr. Stinky’s hair. “Of course, I’ll watch him.” She pushed a big diaper bag at my chest and kissed her boy on the cheek. Before she left, she told me she just changed him before they drove over, so I shouldn’t have to worry about any diaper changes. I looked down at Stinky as she said this and saw the cheeky look in his eye. I had a feeling he’d been saving a present just for me.
Babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers
Inside, I introduced him to my girlfriends, and they all cooed over how cute the wittle toddler was! Stinky blushed but asked if he could go play with his toys instead of sitting with us girls, and I said yes. He took a few racecars from his diaper bag and disappeared.
He really is a good boy until… you know. The girls and I were having a great time, giggling and gossiping, until a waft of something nasty tickled my nose. Peewwuuu! My nose lifted in the air as I sniffed and gagged. “Oh my God!” one of the girls said exactly what I was thinking.
“What is that awful smell?”
“Is that Mr. Stinky Pampers?” They waved their hands in front of their nose, and I stood up to sniff out the full diaper.
“Where are you?” I called, and like the good boy I said he was, Mr. Stinky Pampers came waddling over in his Sesame Street pamper cruisers! “Oh no, what have you done?” I scolded him. “Did yous makes a stinky winky in dere?” He shrugged and tried to show me his racecar, but the girls all stood up and started laughing at how saggy his full diaper was.
“You better change that smelly welly baby boy!” one said, and I couldn’t have agreed more. I tried to scoop up Mr. Stinky, but he yelled that he was clean. Which made us all laugh even harder.
You aren’t getting away this time, Mr. Stinky Pampers!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357