As Daddy walked into the nursery, he was greeted by a familiar smell.
"Pee-yew!" he exclaimed, making a big spectacle out of plugging his nose as usual. "I think someone pooped his pants again."
Mav stopped playing briefly and looked up at Daddy with a blank stare. He was long past being embarrassed by Daddy's teasing. He was also seated directly on his bum, apparently not discomfited in the least by the feeling of his full diaper squishing and oozing beneath him. After so much time as a toddler, he'd grown used to sitting in his own poopy.
"Whaddya think, kiddo?" Daddy asked, strolling up to Mav and giving him a friendly pat on the head. "Should we get that stinky bum of yours cleaned up?"
Mav held his blank stare for another moment, then started playing with his fire trucks again. As usual, the boy would rather keep playing than get his diaper changed.
Daddy sighed exasperatedly. Between prying Mav away from his toys and taking care of the mashed and muddled mess in the boy's pants, the next several minutes would be a challenge to say the least. The joys of being a Daddy to an overgrown toddler. At least Mav's snap shorts would make things a little easier....