because now that I know Maggie and Maura can change a poopie diaper (pretty well I might add) I may make them do it all the time.
While I was on the phone and marinating fish, aka bad mom multi tasking, Maura comes into the kitchen and says she needs a size 2 diaper. I think she is putting one on her doll. She says she can only find a B size... what's the big deal? The doll won't care. She then says she is almost done changing K's diaper.
I get in the room and there it is. K is on the floor with no diaper. I then see a wipe with some poop on it. I immediately get nervous, but apparently for no reason. The diaper (and yes it was a poopie one) is wrapped nicely on the fireplace hearth. K's bottom is clean and waiting for a new one. I hand them a new diaper, and Maura quickly and correctly puts it on. She was so proud. Yeah! Does this mean no more diaper changing for me?!?!?
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