...when your 14 month old is picking up your slack!
This morning I was in the middle of doing something, when an unpleasant aroma filled the air. The smell was clearly emanating from the diaper of my child (side note: wow, switching to whole milk has added a new, very disgusting element to her numero 2's).
Not wanting to get off task, I quickly changed her diaper and left the soiled one near my feet to be disposed of at a more convenient time. I must have been really focusing, because I didn't notice the activities of Kerrigan until I heard a squishy plop sound.
There is really only one thing that can cause that sound, it was a sound that terrified me to my very core. I quickly looked to where the diaper o' nastiness had previously been residing and saw, to my dismay, it was no longer there.
Now would be a good time to explain that K is still at the age where a vast majority of objects in her hands eventually end up in her mouth. That coupled with her new found ability to unlatch Velcro...well, you can see where the queasiness in my stomach came from.
I jumped up and ran to the kitchen (the location of the plop) just as Kerrigan was meandering out, as if a crime had just not been committed. I tried to prepare myself for the open, dirty diaper mess I was sure I was about to encounter on the floor.
But it wasn't there-what the...?!?!?!?! As a last resort, I peered in the trash can (which had just been emptied and not yet re-bagged) and saw the still intact diaper at the bottom.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!?! My tiny child just picked up a dirty diaper, walked over to the kitchen and threw it away!!!
Child prodigy...I think so!