Devilish Diaper


His devilish diaper went on strike. Overused and tired from the constant pressure to hold on, it let go.
It let go from its usual grasp, sliding down, over mounds of pudginess. Overcoming the obstacles placed by a wiggly babe, it was free to allow a fountain to flow. The sleeping sack could not contain the flowing rivers, neither could the bedspreads. So we awake to a sleeping child with a cloth diaper hanging by one side and a new load of laundry awaiting.


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