While I was cleaning up the dinner dishes the other night, Hubby called to me from downstairs. "Kel! Come here! You have to see what Buddy did!"
That's all I needed to hear! I shut off the faucet, dried my hands and got downstairs as fast as I could. You see, Buddy has been standing all by himself for seconds at a time lately. He is quite the climber, too. A few nights ago, he crawled over to a chair, then up onto a stepstool, and onto a great big chair from there all on his own.
As I made my way downstairs, I wondered what I would see him doing. Would he be standing? Walking? Was he folding laundry? Surfing the internet? Sitting in Daddy's chair with the remote, a beer, a bag of chips, watching football and belching? What would I witness our youngest child doing? What? What? The anticipation made me smile.
Once downstairs, I crossed the room, and approached the back of the couch where Buddy was standing, leaning against a toy. There he was, our Buddy. He didn't appear to be doing anything different from what he's been doing for a while now. Hubby was standing next to Buddy and noticed the anticipation on my face turn to questioning. What? What did he do that's so special? I don't see it...
"You need to come right over by him to get the full effect" said Hubby.
I took two steps towards our smiling, wonderous littlest bundle of joy when it hit me -- the aroma.
I'd just been had.
Buddy had taken a rockin, stinkin dump in his diaper, and Hubby had tricked me into coming downstairs in the hopes that *I* would change it.
"That's what you called me down here for?! Your son's poopy diaper? That's nothing new."
Hubby laughed and laughed as Buddy continued to smile away like he had been in on the joke, the whole time.