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Sunday, April 10, 2005

Grosser Than Gross, Part Deux

I took Lil Q to the park this afternoon. We'd been there not more than 7 minutes when I caught whiff of her and determined we needed to head right back home. (The park is just up the street - not worth schlepping a diaper bag.)

We got home and I won the diaper lottery, meaninig that Lil Q wanted daddy to change her. Score! A few minutes later, Mr. Q calls me upstairs because "you need to look at something."

Nothing good has ever followed those words. Not in the whole history of mankind. Not even once.

I got upstairs and Mr. Q was cleaning up the last of a ginormous, smelly diaper. Embedded in the contents of said diaper was one U.S. Quarter. (A Georgia quarter, if you're interested). Obviously she must have swallowed it at some point. I know this because she was 1) wearing a shirt that snaps at the crotch with overalls, so it couldn't have "fallen" into her diaper, and 2) trust me when I say "embedded."

Mr. Q pulled it out and wiped it off. I took it, and dropped it into some very hot soapy water to soak, which is where it is right now. I intend to take it out of the soapy water at some point, wrap it in plastic and save it for sometime when I get really poor service somewhere.

That way when I leave just the quarter and the waitperson/barista says "what a shitty tip," they won't know how right they are. Heheh.

That is so evil and so gross. Stories like that make me rethink about having children.
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