Thursday, March 12, 2009

I call that a "Stink Grenade"

When you pull into the daycare parking lot and a suspicious odor wafts up to greet you from the backseat....

You have a choice:

Bring the kid in and be totally honest and confess that the kid has crapped his diaper, thereby risking good-natured teasing from the staff as they urge you to change said stinky diaper yourself, which will make you late for work. Again.

OR

Pretend your sense of smell has gone wonky and you don't notice the open sewer scent radiating from your second-born. Kiss him goodbye and wave cheerily as you leave.

Guess which one I chose.
Heh.

4 comments:

Samsmama said...

So all those time that the little girl that I watched got dropped off with a load in her diaper, her mom knew??? I feel so stupid.

Bad mama!

Bev said...

Eesh, now I feel kind of bad.

But I wasn't late to work, and jobs are hard to come by these days, so I'm sure I'll get over it.

Samsmama said...

I bet you're over it already! :)

Cary said...

Fuck 'em, that's what they get paid for.