Foiled again! I knew as soon as I typed that last entry that I was in for a dump of spectacular proportions. The Tyrant woke from his 2o minute swing nap with “peanut butter pudding surprise” all over the place. Luckily I fanned out the back of the diaper inside the cover, so there was no leakage. It could have been worse. He thought it was hilarious. I almost vomited. I can’t wait until I can make him wipe my ass. Perhaps after some hot wings and beer? That will be a nice 13th birthday present, don’t you think? It’s only fair.
Oh well, it was diaper washing day anyways. We’re halfway home on day number two. The sequel has more than the first. More napping, more eating, more crying, and yes, more shitting.