Tuesday, July 8, 2003

Big Vanity Makeup Mirror

Things that happen when you change a diaper

The diaper can be changed for three reasons:
a) because he says the mother;
b) because he says the mother-in-law;
c) because the baby has shit.
course, the gesture lost in the first two cases, much of its drama. The real, authentic, diaper change requires the presence of shit.
It usually happens like this:
The mother takes the baby, it smells a bit 'and he says, his voice cheerful and rather stupid:
' And here's what we did, eh? I feel a certain odorino: What did the little angel? '.
Then the mother goes beyond and vomiting.
At this point it recognizes the right of the father and the father left.
's father the right says, 'That's disgusting!' and calls the nanny.
's father left the child and take him out to change.

The diaper changing, strictly on the changing table.
The station is a mobile when you see it in your home, you know that a lot of things are over for good, including the youth.
However, it is well designed: it has a number of drawers and a floor on which to place the child. Far
the child sit still on this plane is like a trout to be poised on the edge of the sink. And 'Do not become critical ever.
The average newborn is unable to turn around almost on its side, but it is perfectly capable, as soon as you turn around, to throw off the baby making you the umbrella gesture: it seems that Allenina in the placenta, in those nine months that go under water. So
: Hold steady and hope for the best trout.

Once stripped the baby, the diaper which is what Gadda called the "extrusion". It 's the moment of truth. Break off two pieces of tape on the sides and the diaper is opened. The stench is awesome. It 'strange thing is able to produce a bowel virgin after all: the stuff you expect from the intestine of Bukowski, not your son. But anyhow, there is nothing to be done.
Or rather, they invent survival techniques.
For example, you can get after all the shit that smells like yogurt children.
Think about it: if you do not watch your child may also seem that it is sitting on a box of family Yomo double cream. If you look at it is more difficult. But without looking? With this system you can get excellent results: the type that when you open a yogurt you smell of shit.

Grasp the ankles with the left hand of the child and bring it up like a chicken. With the right
open the package and take a scented wipes. Even the magician
Silvan He succeeded: the wipes are gone only to groups of eighty. Shake then block up to stay with your fingers between a number less than five wipes. At that point, usually, the hen-trout, fed up with being hung like an idiot, tugs, unless you fall, will manage to spread a bit 'of shit around. Dab
anywhere with scented wipes. Retire on the chicken and wipe the seat with a gesture robbed of the child. Lay the used wipes in the diaper and close it.
At that point, your situation is, in his left hand a chicken-trout with features for your child. In his right hand, a chemical bomb.

NOT going to throw the bomb Chemical trout glide to earth.
Then place it in the neighborhood (the bomb, not the trout) recorded the curious smell of yogurt that spreads through the air. Without giving up
grip with your left hand, use the right to clean thoroughly and then go to the oil. There pour a few drops on your hand. They immediately
slip down towards the wrist, crossing the border of the cuffs, and from there they will disappear in the underground of your clothes. In the evening there's traces in the socks. Fully lubricated, go to paste Fissan, a unique product born of an embrace between the liquid chalk and Calvé mayonnaise. He filled the seat of the chicken and of course there variously distributed around jackets, pants, etc.. At that point, you have almost finished. At that point the baby pees.

The child does not pee in the case. Makes your sweater. You make an instinctive leap back.
error.
Trout, finally free, he threw himself off the changing table.
Pick up the trout and never told her mother what had happened.

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