So, last night and yesterday were hellish. The children were still sick, but not as sick. However, diapers and diarrhea equals diaper rash. So everytime the child peed last night, she cried and woke up. Finally, around four a.m., drop-dead tired, I picked her up and put her in bed with me. Dee goes to work at two a.m. so she slept on his side.
Anyway, in the morning, she woke up for good around ten-thirty, and I brought her downstairs, threw her at my mother-in-law, and ran back upstairs to sleep more. Once I went up, I realized I had a huge wet spot on my jammies--her diaper had leaked. She'd also managed to pee all over Dee's side of the bed. (yay).
I was telling Yvonne about it just now. I said, "Anyway, after I went upstairs, I saw a wet spot on my jammies and realized it was a huge, soaking wet pee-ness." In my head, I saw pee-ness. She tells me that at first, that spelling also flashed in her head.
Suddenly, however, a different form of pee-ness flashed through her head, and Beavis and Butthead style she said, pointing, "You said penis!"
After the laughter had calmed down a bit on both our parts, I said, "The things that come out of her diaper!"
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