Diaper Battle

This is how the pre-sleepytime conversation went last night.

After a wrestling match worthy of Marlon Perkins taming an anaconda in a bog, I paused to try and talk reason.

me: Fuss, we need to change your diapy. You can be a big boy and help dada out, or we can do it the hard way.

Fuss, wailing: DO IT THE HARD WAY!


Dear readers, my life in a nutshell.