I agreed to keep an eye on Mr. Stinky Pampers the other day. Some of my girlfriends were coming over for a gab session. He was sitting on the floor playing with his toys like a good boy. As we talked a pungent odor suddenly assailed my nose. I watched as my other friends wrinkled their noses and tried to be nice and not say anything about the noxious scent that began to surround us. My Mr. Stinky side-eyed me from his place on the floor. I knew he thought about making a run for it when he slowly stood up. But I snagged him around his waist and pulled him up into my arms. I draped him over my arm and gave a big sniff to confirm him as the source of the awful smell.