it was just past bath time and Ellie was in a fresh diaper for the night and fresh clothes.
We were all in her bedroom, just goofing around a little. Somehow, she ended up straddling my legs, which were stretched out in front of me. I jiggled them to make her bounce, which made Ellie chortle gleefully.
When I stopped, she pleaded for more.
Finally, after several rounds, I said, "OK, that's all. Mommy's pooped!"
Ellie looked at Scott and then back at me. "Does Daddy need to change Mommy's diaper?" she asked.
I'm a Librocubicularist, are you?
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*As many other knows, the emotional pain of a chronic illness is almost as
bad as the physical. So far, 2017 has been intensely difficult. I'm
working...
6 years ago
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