One Morning, Three Outfits

My mom is worried that she may have Covid, so she is isolating on the third floor while my dad stays home from work to take care of me. After hanging out downstairs for some morning coffee and Seinfeld, my dad decided to get me dressed for the day.

The first outfit that he chose was a gift from my cousin Aly. She sent it from Honduras, where she is currently living and working. It was a bit oversized, but instantly made me feel like a martial artist, so I practiced my karate chops while lying on my changing table.

My karate kit didn't last very long. My dad must have known that, despite how good I looked in it, it was too big and impractical for the action-packed day ahead.

So next, he dressed me like a gym teacher. And ooo boy was I feeling good in my sweats and J's! I was proud about looking professional with my shirt tucked in, too! We came downstairs where my dad put me in my bouncer and I was ready to kick and bounce the morning away!

That's when I got carried away. It was at this moment below when I realized that I had completely soiled not only my diaper, but my entire new gym teacher outfit.

(It's not my fault that people call this baby bouncer from BabyBjorn the "Swedish pooping chair!)

So, upstairs my dad and I went to get me cleaned and changed again. It was bad. There was poop on my back, on my belly, down my leg, and in every nook and cranny of my little baby body. And I was screaming.

Eventually, my dad got me into my third outfit of the day: A fresh Timberland tee, a pair of baby joggers, and of course my J's. By that time, I was exhausted. I quickly fell asleep.

The end.