Incensed

I had just finished Logan's bath and popped a diaper on him for overnight protection.  I dashed downstairs to grab pajamas from the laundry when what did I hear standing at the top of the stairs screaming down in my direction?

"I don't need a diaper for bed time!"

You want a bet?

"Joyce (the sitter) said no!"

Oh did she now?

"I not stupid you know!"

It was too much - I laughed so hard that I almost cried.  Get a good picture in your mind of this 3-year-old with his dander up, going to bed angry because he was being forced to wear a diaper.  I ran up the stairs and herded the heated little monster toward his bedroom. 

Now, picture him hopping into bed and landing square on top of the whoopee cushion that his older brothers had planted under the covers.  His look of terror was absolute.  At first he started to cry.  Then he started to laugh and looked me right in the eye and said,

"Dad, that was just a poopie cushion."

I'm still crying.

- 14 September 2011