Oh, the irony...

Jack had a dirty diaper today and in his usual fashion, completely denied it when asked if he had poop in his diaper. "Nope" he answered to his father with a straight face. John knew the look and took him back to our bathroom to change him. I happened to come back as John was removing the diaper and heard John say "Oh Jack, that's awful."

I asked John what was so bad about the diaper and he handed it to me and said "take a look." Now that is something you only encounter in your life as parents, having the person you love hand you a pile of sh*t and tell you to take a look. Anyway, of course I did and upon opening the diaper I found, nestled in among the mush and the undigested vegetables from some meal long gone, the letter "S". That would be the magnetic letter "S" from his ABC set. He has had a love affair with "S"for the past few days, even taking it to bed with him the other night. Apparently this love included shoving it down his diaper where he forgot about it and later...pooped on it. That affair would end right now, as I pitched the entire contents, "S" and all, into the trash.

It was like a Seasame Street vignette gone wrong. "And the letter of the day is "S". Now what starts with "S", boys and girls?..."