Sunday, October 30, 2011

Just sitting here, with my urine filled diaper

My son, Jedi gets a kick out of throwing stuff away in the trash can. He freaks out if he can't have "my turn" as he calls it. He especially likes throwing away his dirty diapers. Sometimes it's because if it's soiled we go to the outside trash can and any time spent outside is great. Other times he just wants to push down the lever on the floor that lifts the lid. Not that he has managed to ever get it to lift that way, he just likes pushing down on it.

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.

Damn Papparazzi
He then realized that he still had the diaper in his lap and then grabbed it and put it in the trash can.

Because he could.

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