Soggy Bottom Boy

Today I woke up and and saw the family going about their daily routine. I pooped for Dadda, at the usual time, but Mamma got me up instead. I can't quite explain it, but everybody seems to be up earlier and Dadda is grumpy because it's too late for me to go back to sleep. I heard him say something about "Daylight Savings," but, personally, I'm a spender. I always say, "Use it or lose it." I also say, "If I had four wheels I'd be a wagon!", but I digress.

Dadda took me to the park today. I'm enjoying these walks, but the weather doesn't seem to make up its mind. One moment it's raining and cold, the next it's hot. How is a baby supposed to maintain a consistently color-blind fashion sense if the outfits constantly have to adjust to the weather? Anyway, Dadda dressed me up in some sweat pants and packed my babba in the stroller. . . and nothing else. 


When we got to the park, the rain from the night before had not yet dried up. So in the hidden parts of the playscape, in the tunnels and the bottom of the slide, little puddles remained. You know, it's always when you're unprepared that these little events happen. I'm surprised people haven't figured out how to manipulate these events in their favor. For example, if I want something sticky and messy to eat, I just need to remember to take the bib out of the diaper bag. Or if I want to get free from a diaper change, I need to hide the wipeys.


Well one trip through the moistened gauntlet and down the slide and I had quite the soggy bottom. One could be forgiven if they thought I had an "accident" but it was Dadda who had accidentally forgot a change of clothes. But, he's not as dumb as he looks. The sun drenched slide worked quite well as a make-shift dryer. So I found myself going down the slide until, at least, my butt was dry. Then Dadda wrapped me in his jacket for the ride home. What a day!

Today I demonstrated perseverance am a little trooper!