Hey, everyone. Apologies for the lack of recent updates... beyond Molly keeping us busy, I've been under the weather and exams are coming up next week. More updates to come in the near future, but in the meantime, I thought last night merited a quick mention. Ann and I decided Molly could stand to be cleaned, so Ann got in the tub to administer said bath while I undressed the squirming little demon. Off came the sleeper, off came the diaper, I brought her over to the tub and lifted her up... and that's when I felt the warmth. Yep, our darling little girl had decided to mark her territory on my arm approximately two seconds before entering a place where no one would have even noticed if she peed. Awesome.
Naturally, Ann couldn't stop laughing. Once I passed Molly off to her and cleaned off my arm (and the floor, and the edge of the toilet), we got down to the business of cleaning her royal urinator. Molly actually doesn't mind the warm water as long as we cover her with a washcloth to keep her warm (and also, I hope for my sanity in, say, sixteen years, for modesty's sake), so everything was going fine. Fine, that is, until... yeah. Need I say more? Let's leave it at the fact that suddenly the tables were turned and I was the one laughing uproariously while Ann cried out in disgust. And no, it wasn't pee.
Who says there's no such thing as karma?
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