What's that smell?

Posted on Wed 05/10/06 in Fatherhood

This morning I came home from the gym (around 6am) to find little Ethan squirming in his bed. I knew that mom hadn’t heard him yet, so I took the reigns and decided to squeeze a feeding into the 30 mins I had before leaving for work.

Well, as expected (since he had eaten prunes the day before and hadn’t moved the bowels yet), his diaper was filled with stink.

I changed his diaper and cleaned Ethan up, washed my hands with sanitizer liquid, and quickly began the feeding. Something smelled funny though; there must have been some poop somewhere that I had missed. The mysterious poop eluded me through the entire feeding. It stunk… bad.

Eventually, I found a tiny, little, smudge of stink-paste hidden on the backside of my wrist. I couldn’t believe that one little tine scrap of waste could smell so potent. It’s never really that bad when it’s your own child. It came off in the shower.

I hope Ethan doesn’t figure out how to harness the power of the secret stink-weapon he holds inside. I could find myself playing find-the-doo doo-balls a bit more than I’d like.