Fresh diaper, jammies on, teddy bear in hand. It was bedtime for Mav. Past his bedtime, in fact. It was 8:30. On a normal night, the boy would have been in his crib a half hour ago. But an after-supper diaper blowout had delayed things. Daddy had left Mav in his nursery to play while he finished up the evening chores, not realizing that the big toddler had a particularly hefty load brewing in his bowels. When Daddy came back a little while later he was greeted with a rather unpleasant surprise. Mav had been so focused on playing, as babies often are, that he hadn't realized that some of the mess he'd made in his diaper had worked its way up and out the back waistband. It wasn't the worst Daddy had seen, but it did require some cleanup. To make matters worse, even after Mav was changed and dressed in his PJs, he didn't seem interested in going to sleep. As Daddy sealed up and disposed of Mav's soiled diapers, the boy crawled down from the changing table and over to his stuffed animals.
"Are we back to playing again, kiddo? Aren't you tired?" Daddy asked exhaustedly when he turned around to see Mav seated on the floor grabbing at his big puppy.
Mav simply stared up at him with a blank look, as if it were the dumbest question in the world. Of course he wasn't tired. All he did was poop his pants and then relax as Daddy took care of the tiring part of the whole ordeal--scrubbing the carpet, rinsing out Mav's clothes, wiping down the boy's rear. At the end of it all, Daddy was left more ready for bed than Mav. Toddlers can be such a handful sometimes.