Length: 1,426 words
Contains: Diaper Wetting, Diaper Messing
Oh, that frivolous magenta furred youth, that silly skunk who’s scarcely squeaky clean. Even when Emily isn’t doing many dumpy deposits a day in her diaper, even when she isn’t proudly and profusely packing her pampers, no kid can contest her title of messiest tot in town.
“Hehehehe!”
Haha, and there she is! There’s the little one bound to be her endearingly dirty and sloppy self, ready to make the messiest out of every moment! When Mommy’s made minor meals, foods nothing but a nibble between big breakfasts and lunches, not even those simple seconds of snack time will be spotless with Emily around!
MUNCH! MUNCH! MUNCH!
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Boisterous as the bushy-tailed tyke’s already being amidst eating her healthy snacks with haste, loudly munching and crunching on celery without the slightest care to keep her mouth closed, such flagrantly flippant table manners transgressions are merely the most minute of messes Emily will be making!
MUNCH! MUNCH! MUNCH!
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
That’s right! There’s much much more messiness where that came from, solely because of a certain spread transforming faintly flavored foods into the irresistibly tasty treat this toddler can’t seem to get enough of as she scarfs down several celery sticks! For certain, so many stains and splotches are sure to stick around!
MUNCH! MUNCH! MUNCH!
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Oh yes, no doubt this girl goes nuts for peanut butter, and why wouldn’t she when it makes all that munching and crunching all the more magnificent? So splendid is its super yummy sweetness singing even sweeter melodies in her mouth! So satisfying is its striking saltiness stimulating every single one of her taste buds! So tantalizing are its textures to her senses, leaving such an immense impression on the inside that, even after snack time has made its swift end, Emily’s totally speechless…..well, aside from that single word of…
“Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!”
However, while she’s been completely immersed in the profound pleasures of peanut butter, so too is the toddler adorably oblivious to the fact it’s somehow made even more immense of an impression on the outside, so much so that to the mother skunk, Emily may as well have been completely immersed in that creamy condiment.
“Hahaha, such a messy girl, Emily! You got peanut butter all over your hands and face!”
Although Elizabeth also wants to sing peanut butter’s praises, glad as she is that it’s gotten her girl so gleeful about her greens, caring for the diaper-clad kid who doesn’t have “clean” in her already limited vocabulary means Mommy must see the sweet substance as filth souring her little one’s looks.
“Time to get you cleaned up, cutie pie!”
Wipe…wipe…wipe
As the child still gets to appreciate those sweet and salty properties of peanut butter, all while cotton napkins cleaning her face elicit cutesy giggles from that ticklish tyke, Elizabeth must hone in on its ickier and stickier qualities giving her quite a lot to clean up as she wipes Emily just as liberally as the last time her daughter loaded her diaper.
Wipe…wipe…wipe
Several seconds of wiping later, napkins are needed no more, and yet Elizabeth’s only more focused on the magnitude of that mess, her mind now in a bit of a mess itself as she ponders how the heck it’s even possible that Emily, merely from a few scoops of the substance, was able to make it look like she painted her whole face with peanut butter. But, quickly sweeping such a question aside, Elizabeth concedes it only makes sense the same Emily who, with just a silly pose and a single push, can make her diaper slump to the floor with dumps full of lumps, is capable of near incomprehensible uncleanliness.
“Okay! Now it’s time to wash your hands, sweetheart!”
As Elizabeth positions a small purple step stool in front of the kitchen sink, she must also concede that even amidst such massively messy moments, serene times between mother and daughter can still squeak their way in.
“Okay, Mommy!”
waddle…waddle…waddle
STEP…STEP
With a wide smile, the little skunk now feeling slightly less little steps up to the sink, so fond of how the faucet she couldn’t even touch on her tippy toes is now within arms reach, so amazed by how the stool has suddenly transformed her from toddler to big girl. Sporting a smile just as wide, so too is the skunk who knows that’s simply a semblance of taller stature, that her daughter still in diapers is still ways away from being a big girl, happy her messy munchkin can at least hold hygiene in high regard.
“Now, give those hands a good scrub, sweetie! Get all that icky, sticky stuff off them!”
“Okay!”
FWSSSSHHHH!
The silver lever nothing short of magical then summons its surging stream with just a simple shift to the side, and with this conjuring of cascades so captivating to the kid, the cleaning can now commence!
“Scwub, scwub, scwub! Scwub, scwub, scwub!”
Cheerfully chanting a cleansing incantation, setting off that scrubbing spell with friction as its first reagent and the exotic elixir of soap as its second, the girl whose messy mannerisms may as well be magic now gets to witness what’s all the more magical as every bit of peanut butter, every single stain stuck to her hands suddenly….disappears!
“Scwub, scwub, scwub! Scwub, scwub, scwub!”
The much less imaginative mother may not see hand washing as wizardry, but neither does she deem this deed any less sublime than her daughter does. When Emily always seems to have limitless energy to spare, when her boisterous bushy-tailed toddler is the best at making the silliest somethings out of nothing, merely the mundane and uneventful, simply these seconds squeaky clean of any shenanigans, are so relaxing and refreshing to Elizabeth.
Fwsssshhhh….
Aaaaah……the sounds of the sink, often denoting so many dishes to be done, so much silverware and cutlery to be cleaned, wash a wave of relief over the caregiver’s conscience now that its trigger is just a toddler tidying herself up.
“Scwub, scwub, scwub! Scwub, scwub, scwub!”
Even Emily’s silly shouting supplements the mother skunk’s soothed state, for every time she sings scrubbing’s praises, conditions are one step closer to being completely clean and pristine, exactly how Elizabeth likes it.
PSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!
Uh oh! But now, a second softer sounding stream is what somehow snaps Elizabeth out of her serenity as busy bladders take a bunch more steps back! Of all things, it’s the toddler turning on another faucet that suddenly shifts scenarios from spotless to stained yet again as another thorough soaking paints Emily’s pampers a slight yellow tint.
“I done, Mommy!” says the skunk whose words can mean two totally different things now that a saggy and sloshy diaper is drooping down to her knees.
The sink has been shut off, and yet, it’s at this moment that wetness is at its maximum. Her hands have been wholly washed, and yet, Emily’s only become more of a handful for Mommy.
“Oh! Now it’s time to change your diaper!”
Shocked as Elizabeth may be that, in the middle of making sure Emily’s no longer messy, the little girl’s managed to make a mess once more, simply brushing off soaked diapers with a chuckle, simultaneously she knows it’s silly not to expect skunks of all kids to scarcely be squeaky clean…..
PFFFRRT!
….which is why stinky signals following suit should be even less of a shock!
“Oh…..never mind. Looks like you’re not done yet, dear.”
BRAAAAAAAP!!
As flatulence immediately affirms that thought, so too do sudden squats affirm that stools to step on won’t be the only kind present, that although peanut butter is now a thing of the past, Elizabeth will still have to wipe a bunch of browns off Emily’s body.
“Mmmmmmmph!”
PBLAAAART!!!…..SLUUUUUMP!!!
From one mess to another…..and another, made merely in a matter of minutes, manifesting into the messiest matter of all as a massive mound of poop makes Emily’s diaper drastically droop, foul isn’t even the least favorable word fitting the filthy fiasco that’s unfolded. And yet, somehow, it’s the masters of messiness that melt hearts the most. Someway, it’s the dirty diaper-clad kids called the cutest and purest of all, even while what they say or do centers around…
“Poo poo!”
Those little ones, so adorably unacquainted with the clean, will keep making messes at a moment's notice. Their parents, no matter how hard it is to keep them clean, lather them with and care no matter the moment.
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