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I stared down at my “big” boy, Julian. He was currently standing in the middle of the living room with his knees knocked together. It was painfully obvious that the heavy, rhythmic sloshing sound emanating from his midsection was the result of a very successful, very immediate, and very leaky accident.
“Well, Julian,” I said, suppressing a giggle, “it seems we have a problem, huh?” He shuffled toward the nursery as his puffy diaper sagged with each step. I followed close behind, armed with a mountainous stack of wipes and a fresh, dry pampers. The squelching noise he made with every step sounded like he was walking through a swamp. I suppose that, technically, he was.
“big boy” wet his pampers
Once we reached the sanctuary of the changing table, I maneuvered him onto his back.
“You really outdid yourself this time, buddy,” I remarked, crinkling my nose in mock horror as I peeled back the sticky tabs. Thankfully, they hadn’t quite surrendered their grip just yet. As the diaper unfolded, Julian quietly blinked up at me with wide, innocent eyes. Every time I reached for a fresh wipe, he seemed to wiggle just enough to make the task an Olympic-level sport. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
With the worst of the wreckage cleared away, I had to be quick with the fresh diaper. All Mamas know full well that an exposed boy is basically a ticking time bomb for an encore performance. I caught him mid-wiggle, hoisting his hips up to slide the clean, crisp diaper underneath. Julian let out a contented sigh, clearly relieved to be rid of the swampy mess that had been clinging to him. Meanwhile, I silently thanked the universe that I’d invested in the high-absorbency brand that supposedly could survive a monsoon.
Getting the tabs secure was the real test of my skills, as I had to pull them tight over his squirming frame without pinching anything important. Once the tapes clicked into place, he gave his midsection a pat of approval, looking significantly more smug than a man who had just wet himself twenty minutes prior deserved to look.
“There we go, fresh as a daisy and ready for round two,” I sighed. Julian stood up, did a little test waddle, and flashed me a grin that was equal parts embarrassed and grateful, clearly ready to move on as if the soggy incident had never occurred.
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