Fatherhood

I keep thinking that I’m done with diaper-changing jokes, then something else comes along and ruins my day… which in turn gives me a comic script.  And, yes, Arwyn had a period of about ten days where the assplosions kept on coming, often two or three times a day.  She seemed fine, but there was definitely something messing with her digestive system, as she cleaned out her insides on a pretty frequent basis.  It was hard to get liners cleaned fast enough for her to obliterate them… and the SMELL.  Even my mother-in-law doesn’t deserve THAT!  😉

I’m wearing my Optimus Prime/Tron mash-up shirt, which can be seen in the form of something very strange coming up between my daughter’s legs (should’ve thought that choice of shirt through a little more, eh?).  Arwyn, meanwhile, is wearing a mess and a rash from her acid poop, which is soon to be covered in a thick covering of Desitin.  Because what makes super-acid poop from hell smell better?  Fish oil!  It’s a winning combination!  … Not really.