Sunday, August 7, 2011
You see, I have a system. A secret plan. One that only two people were privy to. Me and Miss Tornado Two had an understanding, an agreement if you will.
Every time Little Miss deposited something 'unsavoury' in her nappy we would put our little plan into action.
She would come up to me, point to her nappy and say 'Poopy'.
'That's lovely darling' I would whisper conspirationally, 'Now go and tell Dadda'
Off she would waddle with a significant 'bulge' around her bottom to find the unsuspecting 'Dadda'.
And Hubby, with no clue whatsoever about being set up, would change our beloved toddler's nappy.
It has always been unfortunate that Miss Tornado Two does the most vile poos imaginable. Considering her diet consists of strawberries, yogurt, peas and cheese, the stuff emanating from her bottom is, to put it mildly, freaking disgusting.
So, I would always feel (slightly) guilty whenever Hubby was 'lumped' with bum clean up duty....for about a minute anyway.
Hubby could never quite fathom that whenever he was home he seemed to change an inordinate amount of poop.
Until....my plan fell flat on it's face...and all thanks to my partner in crime.
Little Miss had just produced yet another enormous and incredibly stinky offering, and as per usual I had sounded her out to go and find her poor, long suffering Father.
I stood around the corner so I hear Hubby's curses and mutterings as he tackled the diabolical thing and I could giggle accordingly (sadistic, I know)
Then it all backfired.
'Dadda' piped that sweet and innocent little voice 'Mumma said change poopy'.
'Mumma said!' What's with the 'Mumma said?!'
Dadda, whoops I mean Hubby, was not impressed. "Mumma said did she!' I could hear him bellow. He rounded the corner to find me red-faced, ashamed and nearly doubled over with laughter.
So, I ended up changing the damn thing. And there is only one way to describe that experience.....Absolutely repulsive.