Well, I thought I had it all happen to me. I thought I had all my notches in my Daddy-belt. Turns out I forgot one. A big one.
I just got the Golden Shower!
Wow... How could I have forgotten? Let us digress....
The evening was like any other. Winding down. KP getting her long blinks goodnight (although this is getting tougher...) A little fidget here and there. Then the DQ goes, "Why don't you go get her changed and lay her down?"
Sure. No problemo. I'm the Dad!
I take her upstairs and plop her on the changing table. She smiles at me... (in hindsight, this was the smile of dark knowledge.... alas, I didn't think clearly.) I was sucked into her cuteness. I disrobe her. Diaper next... undo it. Ahh a little wet, but missed the Tapioca. Whew! I'm almost scott-free! Then I move the diaper away... (Fatal, fatal mistake. I had been doing so well prior. I think I did get mesmerized by her cuteness... lulled to make a mistake. Then I was trapped!!!)
I grab the next G-diaper, and prepare it for the evening sleep. (This is a more involved process due to KP's propensity for overnight urine-blowouts! Now we have these babies double lined, with a cloth and paper insert!). I move into diaper position. I grab her legs and move to grab the diaper....
Hmmm... what's that warmth on my hand? Hmmm... sort of wet... is she drooling? Hmmm... wait a minute... she's on her back...... er... I look down.... oh ... my ... GOD.... Urine was streaming out from hoohoo-ville... Damn... I instinctively recoil and plop her down on the table.... Urine sprayed everywhere! Crap! Wait, I mean, Piss! Wow... how much do you drink? I mean, wow, this was longer than a drunkard at a urinal.
Then it was over. I surveyed the damage. I place the surprising dry new diaper into position.
Wow! I look at my daughter. She had this triumphant look on her face! Gotcha!
Yes, she did!
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