Fly On the Wall

Yesterday, LO and I embarked on an epic, nay monumental, diaper change. Had you been an eavesdropper on this odyssey of crap, you might have heard this:

Me: Oh, no. Oh, G-d! It's everywhere.

LO: (Giggling)

Me: No, don't put your hands in it. Ugh!

LO: (Giggling louder)

Several moments' pause wherein the only sound is the whoosh of wipes being freed for use.

Me: Oh, LO! DON'T PUT YOUR HAND IN YOUR MOUTH! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY IN THIS WORLD!!

LO: (Continued giggles)

Me: That's it! We're starting potty training right now.

LO: Bullshit.

Me: You're right. I'm full of it.

LO: (More giggling)

Well, on the plus side, the child's stevedore vocabulary and masculine sense of humor are developing nicely.

Just don't examine his fingernails too closely.