Yesterday morning we were watching cartoons. I changed his diaper. There were blows thrown. He threw them, they landed on me. Lots of kicking, lots of screaming and lots of tantrum. I grabbed his wet diaper and walked towards the trash can.
An uproar emerged. I offered him his wet diaper and asked if he wanted to throw it away. He yelled, "No diaper, No diaper." While stretching out his hand for it. I told him to come get it. He said, "NO DIAPER NO DIAPER." I asked again, "Do you want to throw away your diaper?" He said, "NO TRASH, NO TRASH!!" So, in a fit of not wanting to stand there and hold urine in my hand I just threw the damn thing away.
Jed.I. screamed. He cried, he thrashed on the couch. Then he did what he was forced to do. He got up off the couch, ran to the trashcan. Opened the lid and rooted around the trash can for his wet diaper. Then he took the diaper and ran back to the couch, and then sat down, crossed his legs, put his diaper in between his legs and held it between his legs like a mother hen incubating her eggs for 15 minutes while he watched tv.
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| Damn Papparazzi |
Because he could.

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