A Jester in the King's Court

So, I suppose I’ve had far too narrow a view of blogging…thinking I must always have a topic and be funny, when so many people just prattle on about their day. Well, I probably should prattle a bit as well, because my experiences this weekend are well worth prattling…

Topic: What happened on Saturday. Or: Why I’m glad I don’t have a 2 y/o of my own
Warning: Potty humor to follow. I have posted this during the 12 o’clock hour…you may wish to not read this is eating lunch

This past weekend I was hanging out with Team Davis, Team Fox and Travis (who is more of a lone wolf than a team…though admittedly together I guess we form Team Other, or Team Unattached…but I’d rather be non-teamed) for Travis’ birthday. In the middle of playing a game… what game is 100% not important….a strange odor filled the room. I looked to my right, and Taylor Davis, Justin and Rachel’s adorable daughter, was standing next to me with a look on her face that kinda said “oops”. I presumed that she had just messed her diaper…but she had done so much more than that. I looked at her hands…and she was attempting to give me her poop laden diaper. She had literally pooped her diaper…and taken it off….and was now trying to hand it to me…because apparently I seem like the kind of person that would want such a thing.

Thankfully Raych went into full on Mom cleaning mode and went wet wipe crazy…but whilst she was doing so…Justin learned that not only did Tay mess her pants and take them off, but that after doing so she sat on the toilet for a few min, and also tried eating some of what she had produced.

Oddly enough, it was at this time that Travis took a break from the game in order to get pizza.

So….that was my Sat night. I learned that when a 2 y/o sees me…she thinks, “Hey….that guy would like a present….but a homemade one” ….and then puts a lot of thought; well…effort really…puts a lot of effort into its creation. I feel ever so pleased.