Length: 1,468 words
Contains: Diaper Wetting, Diaper Messing
Oh, that playful purple furred youth, that silly skunk scarcely squeaky clean. Even when Emily isn’t making massive dumps in her diapers, no kid can take her title of messiest toddler in town!
“Hehehehe!”
Haha, and there she is! There’s the bushy-tailed tyke bound to be her endearingly dirty and sloppy self, ready to make the messiest of every moment! When Mommy’s made minor meals, foods but a nibble between breakfast and lunch, not even simple snack time is spotless when Emily’s around!
MUNCH! MUNCH! MUNCH!
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Boisterous as the baby’s already being eating healthy snacks with haste, loudly munching and crunching on celery without a care for closed mouths, such flagrantly flippant table manners transgressions are merely the minutest messes Emily’s gonna make.
MUNCH! MUNCH! MUNCH!
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
That’s right! There’s much more messiness where that came from, all ‘cause of a certain spread turning faintly flavored foods into the totally tasty treat Emily can’t get enough of as she scarfs down several celery sticks and ensures several more stains stick around!
MUNCH! MUNCH! MUNCH!
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Oh yes, no doubt the girl goes nuts for peanut butter, and why wouldn’t she when it makes munching and crunching all the more marvelous? So splendid is its sweetness singing even sweeter melodies in her mouth! So satisfying is its striking saltiness stimulating every single taste bud! So tantalizing are its textures to her senses, leaving such an immense impression on the inside, that well after snacks have met swift ends, all Emily exclaims is….
“Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!”
However, amidst immersion in peanut butter’s profound pleasures, so too is the tot 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 eating greens with glee, caring for consistently unclean kids 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 persists in appreciating peanut butter’s sweet and salty splendor, all while cotton napkins elicit cutesy giggles from the ticklish tyke, Elizabeth must focus on ickier and stickier qualities creating quite the clean up as she wipes Emily just as liberally as the last time her daughter loaded her diaper.
Wipe…wipe…wipe
Wipe…wipe…wipe
Napkins are soon needed no more, and yet Elizabeth’s even 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 possible that Emily, with few scoops of the substance, was able to make it look like she painted her whole face with peanut butter. But, quickly sweeping such questions aside, Elizabeth concedes it’s sensible such a skunk scarcely not stinky 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 also concedes that even amidst massively messy moments, serene times between mother and daughter will still squeak their way in.
“Okay, Mommy!”
waddle…waddle…waddle
STEP…STEP
With a wide smile, the little girl now feeling a little 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 baby to big girl. Sporting smiles 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 big girl status, happy her messy munchkin can at least hold hygiene in high regard for half a minute.
“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 summons its surging stream in an instant, and with conjured cascades so captivating to the kid, cleaning can now commence!
“Scwub, scwub, scwub! Scwub, scwub, scwub!”
Cheerfully chanting cleansing incantations, casting scrubbing spells with friction as its first reagent and the exotic elixir of soap as its second, the girl whose messiness may as well be magic witnesses 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’s energy’s seemingly endless, when her boisterous bushy-tailed toddler is the best at making the silliest somethings out of nothing, merely the mundane and uneventful, simply these squeaky clean seconds, are so relaxing and refreshing to Elizabeth.
Fwsssshhhh….
Aaaaah……the sounds of the sink, often denoting so many dishes to be done and countless cutlery to be cleaned, wash waves of relief over the caregiver’s conscience now that its trigger is just a toddler tidying herself.
“Scwub, scwub, scwub! Scwub, scwub, scwub!”
Even Emily’s silly shouting is soothing to mother skunks, for every time she sings scrubbing’s praises, conditions are all the closer to being completely clean and pristine, exactly how Elizabeth likes it.
PSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!
Uh oh! But now, a second sudden stream snaps Elizabeth out of serenity as busy bladders take a bunch more steps back! Of all things, it’s the toddler turning on another faucet that shifts scenarios from spotless to stained yet again as another thorough soaking makes Emily’s diaper sag.
“I done, Mommy!” says the skunk whose words can mean two totally different things now that a soggy diaper is sloshing between her legs.
The sink is shut off, and yet, wetness is at its maximum. Her hands are wholly washed, and yet, Emily’s only become more of a handful for Mommy.
“Oh! Time for a diaper change!”
Shocked as Elizabeth is that, in the middle of making sure Emily’s no longer messy, the little girl’s made messes once more, simply brushing off soaked diapers with a smile, she knows it’s silly not to expect Emily to be scarcely squeaky clean…..
PFFFFT!
….which is why stinky signals following suit should be even less shocking!
“Oh…..never mind. Looks like you’re not done yet, dear.”
As scrunched faces immediately affirm that thought, so too do sudden squats affirm that stools for stepping won’t be the only kind present, that although peanut butter is now in the past, Elizabeth will still have to wipe a bunch of browns off Emily’s body.
“Mmmmmmmmph!”
SLUUUUUUUUMP!
From one mess to another…..and another, manifesting into the messiest matter making diapers much droopier, foul isn’t even the least favorable word fitting this filthy fiasco. 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 when what they say and 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 much their munchkins must be cleaned, lather them with love no matter the moment, as shown by mother skunks carrying the unclean one with a smile.
SAG! SAG! SAG!
SAG! SAG! SAG!
Though her daughter had lots to dump from down under, not just making boom boom, but both kinds of numbers, disgust is a feeling neither skunk shares as the soggy and stinky make for small talk up the stairs.
“Wow, sweetie! Looks like you really had to go!”
“Hehehehe! I know!”
Bonding time with toddlers loved no less when they’ve made quite the big mess, the giggly Emily now laid on her back, puts her in the prime spot for…Mommy’s tickle attack!
“Hehehehehe! Hehehe!”
Tickle tickle tickles onto her belly elicit lots of laughs from the skunk so smelly, and with little Emily’s laughter filling the air, the foulest smells can’t even compare.
rip…rip…rip
wipe…wipe…wipe
poof…poof…poof
fold…fold…fold
And then, in a flash, in one fell swoop, diapers packed with pee and poop are replaced by pampers pristine and a little once again squeaky clean.
waddle….waddle…waddle
waddle…waddle….waddle
Oh, but hold on a sec, cause that’s not all. Did you forget what this story’s called? Seconds after Emily’s back on her feet, she squats in a way not so discreet.
“Mmmph!”
BLORT!
Though mom may find it a little strange her daughter pooped her diaper right after a change, she simply laughs with her little one, knowing it means more time with her kid scarcely squeaky clean.
End
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