Sad Dad

Watching my husband change a messy diaper is quite the spectacle.  You would think that he was prepping for surgery the way he gets ready for it--he appears as if he is bracing himself, gets his sleeves rolled up, and then pulls the neck of his shirt up over his nose.  All while scowling, and sometimes gagging.  It becomes an especially big ordeal when there is a blow-out that he has to take care of.  Orders are barked to me to get more wipes, a plastic bag, or towel, while Edee is alerted to stay where she is and not move.  It's serious business when daddy is dealing with poop.

A couple weeks ago he had come in from trying to fix our broken-down vehicle outside.  Frustration was written all over his face as he pulled out the laptop to try to troubleshoot online.  Edee came up and put a hand on his cheek and said,

"You sad, daddy?"
"Yes Edee, I'm sad."
"Oh, you sad daddy," voice full of empathy,  "Did Chicken poop out?"

Great assumption.  If dad is sad then Chicken must have had a blow out.  We both busted up laughing.

Another one just yesterday as I was changing Chicken's diaper (I've wrote before how she always has something to say while I'm changing him).  This one was brilliant.

"Mommy did Chicken poop out of his diaper?"
"No Edee, he didn't poop out."
"Oh.  Did he poop out of daddy's bum??"

Snort.