Goodness Gracious Grandma

[Little Stinky Britches]

In the Church Nursery, whenever a baby tooted or pooped their pants, Grandma Lily always smiled a warm, motherly smile, and said, "Goodness gracious."

Grandma Lily was full of goodness and grace.
She was a pretty grandma, with soft wrinkled hands, and a warm, motherly smile. Lily loved helping out in the Church Nursery. Her heart was full of motherly love for babies with gassy tummies or poopy bottoms.

"Goodness Gracious." She always said, when babies tooted,
or pooped their pants.

One morning, Grandma Lily was burping 6 month-old Marty. She had laid a soft cloth diaper over her sholder, and was softly patting Marty's soft diapered bottom. playing with a group of babies,
when she started to smell something.

"Shooo-wee! Goodness, gracious! I think I smell something.
Phew! Somebody either tooted or pooped their pants.
Goodness gracious, I smell something. Shoooo-wee!"

Ms. Lily smiled a warm, mother motherly smile,
The pungnet aroma of a stinky toot wafted up to her nose.

After marty tooted, he got a serious look on his face.
As Ms. Lily watched him, her eyes were of goodness and grace,
for the chubby infant,
lifting them up, sniffing their soft, diapered bottoms,
and peeking down the back of their pants,
the other mommies thought it was just gas.

"Maybe somebody tooted." One mommy said.

"Must be Sarah, she's been tooting all morning." Another mommy added.

"Oh I don't think it's a toot." Ms. Lily said, sniffing the air.
smiling a warm, motherly smile.

"I think somebody just pooped their pants."

The pretty mommies all smiled motherly smiles,
as the smell of poop wafted through the Nursery,
and Ms. Lily checked everybody's pants.

"Godness gracious. What's Ms. Lily doing?
Is she checking your pants? Yeah, I smell something, hua?
Shoooo-wee! Oh My Goodness Gracious.
it smells like somebody sure did fill their britches."

Soon, all the pretty mommies in the Church Nursery,
were waving their hands under their noses,
and smiling warm, motherly smiles,
as the smell of poop filled the air.

"Shoooooo-weee!" They all said,
waving their hands under their noses.
"Somebody sure did poop their britches."

As Ms. Lily was checking a baby's diaper, she heard a grunt,
coming from the far side of the Nursery.
There, standing up in a crib, was 9 month-old Marty,
grunting with a bright red face.

"Uh, oh, I think I know who pooped their pants.
Goodness gracious! Oh my goodness Marty!
Is that you I smell? Shooooo-wee! , I smell poop!"

All the pretty mommies in the Nursery were smiling at Marty,
as he sat on his Toy Train and pooped his pants in front of them.
With each grunt and toot, Miss Lily giggled and rolled her eyes,
as she playfully teased to Marty about what he was doing in his pants.

"Goodness gracious! Somebody's awful busy filling their britches.
Yeah, somebody's pooping their pants for Miss Lily. Shoooo-wee!





NOT FINISHED, STILL WORKING ON IT.

[mommy rebecca]

That is a very nice story I love it!

[PhoneMomSue]

I love the way the story unfolds - can't wait til you finish it sweetie

[DommyMommyAva]

YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST STORIES CANT WAIT TO READ THE REST!

[Little Stinky Britches]

I'm still working on this story, revisions, re-writes, edits, ect.
Hopefully, it will finish it by this weekend.

But I wanted to take the time to thank each and everyone of you who have read it and liked it. THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

Your high praise really moves me, almost to tears. I am so thankful for your responce, and that these stories of mine, strike a common cord within you all.

Admittedly, all of my stories revolve around the same themes and subjects: being an infant, pooping my pants, with grunts and toots, being watched and "baby-talked" to as I mess my britches, etc., etc. (I'm actually afraid that many of you will grow tired of my stories, thinking, "OK, same old same old, Marty pooped his pants, yada, yada, yada.")

However, I do like to change the settings and storylines for a little change of pace, and experiment with different, "what ifs".

The background on this story, "The Shoo Shoo Train" is as follows.

Because I love mommies and babies, and I have spent my life around a lot of mommies, Daycare centers, Church Nurseries, etc., I have seen large toy trains in infant/toddler rooms. I'm sure most of you who have been in daycare centers have seen the same thing: LARGE TOY TRAINS, that the babies and toddlers can ride around the nursery/toddler room.

So that got me to thinking: what if? What if there was a "magical" train in an infant room or a church nursery, that the babies ride called the "Shoo Shoo Train"? And when they ride the "Shoo Shoo Train", they "magicaly" fill their pants.

(By the way, most moms would love a magical "Shoo Shoo Train", just put a constapited baby on the Shoo Shoo Train, and vola! A poopy diaper! )

Anyway, I loved the way the name sounded, and I pictured myself as this chubby infant wearing bib overalls, a conductors hat, riding this train wearing a poopy diaper, and all the mommies in the nursery/infant room, were waving their hands under their noses, as the train passed by, saying, "Shooo, Shooo!"

Hence; the idea for "The Shoo Shoo Train" was born.

Again, thank you all for your comments and praise.
I love you all!

[ritzcritz]

I love all of your stories Little Stinky Britches! Even if they are all similar so are mine! I might have to try writing a story for you sometime soon in the style that you like!