Mr. Sensitive

August 5, 2011

The Meaning Of Poop

Filed under: Uncategorized — lbej @ 14:57

I just changed Brinkley’s diaper in advance of his afternoon nap, and it was full of poop!   I had just held him in my lap for five minutes to feed him his bottle and before that I was sitting with him on the floor eating Cheerios–when did this poop appear?  I can’t believe I didn’t smell it before.  I miss a poop-face sometimes, but the output of such is usually immediately evident.  An undetectable poop is a new weapon the utility of which eludes me, but perhaps I am looking at the situation incorrectly.  Perhaps it is not the poop that has changed, but my poop-sniffer.  The cats have been poisoning the master bedroom with highly-refined stink for several weeks now and I sleep in amongst it, so perhaps my nose has simply died.  There is some foul purpose at work here.  I bet the cats are planning to obliterate my olfactory capabilities as part of an elaborate gambit to crap on my pillow and have me lie on it.  I know the meaning of life already–find and destroy your hidden enemies before they get you–but the meaning of this stealth poop seems both subtle and manifold, and I just don’t get it.

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3 Comments »

  1. It’s not that bad to have a dead nose. You don’t really need to use it. I can’t believe Brinky’s diaper was full of poop and your super-nose didn’t smell it!

    Comment by euregirlsandboys — August 5, 2011 @ 15:30 | Reply

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  3. Probably my favorite blog post of all blog posts ever. I hope there turns out to be nothing wrong with your poop-sniffer.

    Comment by nicole — August 7, 2011 @ 13:25 | Reply


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