I’m a Dad #5
My wife and I have found that flushing the poop from a poopy diaper before throwing the diaper in the trash helps us get from one trash day to the next without creating a biohazard in our home. Yesterday, my daughter pooped what I like to call Pam, as in the cooking spray – comes out so clean that there’s no residue on the wipes. I also like to call these the Poop ‘n go’s because you barely have to wipe afterward. I love Pams. So after wiping her up and putting on a fresh diaper, I go to flush the Pams in the toilet. I guess she must’ve eaten some lead or something because these turds hit the water with such force, you’d think they were trying to sink a battleship. So much force that some water splashed on my face. Yes, you read that right. Face. IAD
Okay, I knew you were a dad when you got to the part where you had a nickname for a poopy diaper. Once I got to the splashing, I determined you were REALLY a dad *(IRAD).
lol. Well if we have a boy next and he pees on me, then I’ll really really be a dad.
Ohhh…I really hope your mouth was closed. =\
It was such a blur – I can’t confirm nor deny that statement. 😦
Oh ewwwwwww! LOLOLOLOL! OK, you writing about poop, and even poop you’ve given a nickname to, makes me feel a little less weird about mentioning my monthly cycle in my own blog. ahahahahaha–hilarious.
lol. Well, if you gave your periods names, I guess we’ll be even 😛
Aw man that sucks. I think it’s great when dads have names for turds or ways of pooping. Besides that, it makes the kid in me crack up.
Naming them fun names is the only remotely enjoyable thing about changing poopy diapers.
Yeah, naming diapers and poopy is fun until your toddler says, ” I have to shoot a hoop” or “time to drop the kids off at the pool” or “Gotta take the Browns to the Superbowl” at the top of her lungs in Target. Em-bar-assing!
I don’t wish this on you but wait till you see the nature of the poop in your face when they are 14 – 19 years old.You’ll be saying Holy S_ _ _ not poop de doop. Mine are now 27 and 29 and believe me the poop fest is never ending. I feel like a poop myself.
Poopin’ and Scoopin’ Dad.
Nothing like a little toilet water to wake you up in the morning. HA.
There may not have been any stressin’ but there definitely was some freakin’ 😛