Two sorts of things I never dreamed I would one day actually say.
1. "You know, a breastfed baby's poopy diaper smells amazingly a lot like hot buttered popcorn."
2. [A made-up ditty sung in an approximate falsetto, to my daughter Sofie, dressed in her Peter Rabbit sleeper with bunny faces and ears on the feet, at about 5:00 a.m.] "Are you a fluffy bunny?/Are you a fluffy bunny?/Are you a fluffy bunny?/Sofie honey/The bunny girl!"
Posted by Clifton at February 11, 2004 11:00 AM | TrackBackIt's true. A breastfed baby's poopy diaper does smell a lot like popcorn. Weird, eh? I learned this a couple months ago, myself.
Posted by: ron at February 11, 2004 11:46 AMwelcome to parenthood...wait till they get older and you start saying things like, "the ceiling fan is NOT a toy!"
Posted by: Laura Nee at February 11, 2004 01:32 PMI always thought it was akin to rotten oatmeal...but the buttered popcorn isn't too far off.
Posted by: aaron at February 11, 2004 05:01 PMHot Buttered Popcorn? I'll take your word for it :)
Posted by: Jeff Reich at February 11, 2004 10:19 PMAhhhhh...the insanity has begun.
I recently found a barbie doll in a preheating oven. I'll be scarred for life.
Posted by: jamesofthenorthwest at February 12, 2004 09:23 AMJames, what a great visual! Absolutely hilarious. Stay small dear Basil, and wreak no havoc upon this unprepared world.
Posted by: aaron at February 12, 2004 12:41 PM