Boogie and I have always been best buddies. He makes me smile and laugh, I make him smile and laugh. The perfect father-son relationship, you know? But there must’ve been something I did back in May of 2008, that he absolutely did not like. He had a mission: poop on Daddy by any means necessary!
Sheena and I were out grocery shopping at Walmart, and since Boogie was only a month old and therefore not able to sit up in a grocery cart yet, I carried him around in a baby carrier. He didn’t make a peep the whole time; in fact, I think he slept during the entire trip. Once we arrived at checkout, my shoulders began to ache. So, I asked Sheena if she could wear Boogie while I checked everything out. She agreed, and I handed him over to her.
I then began to load all of the groceries up on the conveyor belt and, I swear, it couldn’t have been any more than a minute later when…
*SPLAT*
I looked over my shoulder to where Sheena was standing and there was poop. A LOT of poop. All over the floor, Sheena’s shirt, Boogie’s legs, and the baby carrier. And the look on Sheena’s face was priceless. I couldn’t help but to laugh ’til tears. If I hadn’t handed Boogie over to Sheena, that would’ve been me with the pooped up shirt and shoes.
But little did I know, that poop had my name on it.
A couple of days later, I was getting ready to change Boogie’s diaper and still laughing about the poop incident that had occurred at Walmart. Now, although Boogie was only a month old, I must’ve changed his diaper 100 times, and each time was incident-free. Never got any poop on my hands, never any piss tee tee in my eye. But this time was different…
I unstrapped his diaper and pulled the front flap down. I grabbed his legs to lift so that I could pull the diaper from under him and…
*SPLAT*
There were no warnings. No signs. Nothing. Out of nowhere and completely unexpectedly, he shot a shart bullet straight into my stomach (with no shirt on). I just sat there speechless. I couldn’t believe my eyes. What did I do to deserve this? Meanwhile, Sheena got a huge laugh out of it at my expense. I guess I deserved it.
To this day, I still don’t know why Boogie had a poop vendetta against me, but I now change his diaper from behind a poop-bulletproof glass!
Sheena wrote about this incident last year, and I just wanted to share it from my perspective and for new readers we’ve gained since then.
