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.
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