On Stinky Bums and Rosy Feelings

A stench slowly fills the room.

“Do you have a stinky bum?”

“I don’t have a stinky bum, Daddy.”

“Are you sure? ’Cuz I kinda smell a stinky bum.”

“I don’t have a stinky bum, Daddy.”

“Can I just check?”

“I DON’T HAVE A STINKY BUM, DADDY!!!”

Screams are screamed, real tears are cried. a diaper is checked and it is indeed full.

“I DON’T HAVE A STINKY BUM, DADDY!!!”

Thrashing child thrashes as she is carried up the stairs.

“I DON’T HAVE A STINKY BUM, DADDY!!!”

More tears as a diaper is removed, a butt is mopped, and a new diaper applied.

“Thank you, Daddy,” coos the toddler, not even a second later, as she gives a head-popping hug. “I love you, Daddy.”

Another hug, bigger than the first.

A radiant smile.

Little girl. Big feelings.