November 16, 2012 by kitcac
I am currently undecided about which is worse to deal with. Is it a poonami or is it my latest foe, which I will name the “falafel”?
Up to the neck and past the bellybutton poo. Baby needs to be run under a tap.
Especially difficult if you are wearing a woolly jumper and find that the sticky tabs on the nappy have attached themselves to your jumper-wrists, creating a Catch 22 situation – move and you will get poo on you or don’t move and you will still get poo on you because of the wriggly child.
Either way, an atrocious nappy is still attached to your clothing and you have no way of getting free.
It is a bit like in Point Break where Keanu Reeves is asked “Pop quiz hotshot!” and at the end Pappas says “whaddaya do, whaddaya do?”
You shout very loudly for help. That’s all you can do.
Later on, when the wriggly child turns into a rolly-over child, your house will start to look like a scene from CSI, but this time it will involve smears of poo.
May contain bread or chunks of vegetable. Looks like a falafel. Dangerously mobile with the potential to suddenly roll out of a nappy and onto the carpet.
In summary, its six of one and half a dozen of the other.