The more babies, eat, the more they Poop.
As 9 month-old Marty sat in his highchair,
wearing diapers and rubber pants,
his Mother filled his tummy with the magical fruit.
When Marty's tummy was nice and full,
The Magical Fruit started working its magic.
First Marty tooted up a storm in his Highchair,
then he got a funny look on his face,
and his Mother smiled a motherly smile.
"Goodness gracious! What was that? Is hims tooting?.
Yeah, somebody just tooted up a storm didn't they?
goodness! I think Marty's gonna do something in his pants.
Yes I do. Hims is tooting up a storm! yes hims is! "
As his Mother fed him another spoonful,
Marty's face turned red as a beet,
as the Magical Fruit worked it's magic.
"Uh, oh, I think somebody's gonna fill their britches.
Goodness! Mommy knows that look, doesn't she?
Yeah, I think somebody's gonna need their pants changed.
Oh hims looks awful busy in the Highchair! Yes hims does.
Goodness gracious! I think Marty's gonna fill his pants."
His pretty Mommy smiled a warm, motherly smile, as her 9 month-old infant grunted with a bright red face. And all the pretty mommies in the nursery were watching him.
With each grunt, his Mother smiled and giggled.
"Oh goodness! Hims grunting so hard for Mommy!
And hims got a red face too! Oh my goodness gracious!
I think somebody's gonna need their pants changed!
Yeah, I think Marty's doing something in his britches."
As his Mother fed him another spoonfull of peaches, the big, chubby infant tooted up a storm in his pants. All the pretty mommies in the nursery smiled and giggled as Marty grunted and tooted, and messed his britches.
"Goodness gracious! What was that? Is hims tooting?
Yeah Mommy heard something. I think Marty just tooted.
Goodness! Hims is grunting and tooting! Yes hims is!
Oh dear! I think somebody's busy pooping their pants."
As Marty grunted and tooted in front of all the pretty mommies in the nursery, his Mother smiled and playfully teased him about what he was doing in his pants.
"Uh, oh, I know what Marty's doing! Goodness!
Hims is busy making stinky pants for Mommy! Yes hims is!
Marty's grunting and tooting, and hims got a red face!
Yeah, I think somebody's busy filling their britches!"
As his Mother filled his tummy, Marty pooped his pants.
All the pretty mommies in the church nursery were gathered around the highchair watching Marty fill his britches. They were all smiling and giggling, as he turned red in the face and tooted up a storm in his pants.
"Goodness! Somebody sounds busy in the highchair!
Marty's grunting and tooting and hims got a red face too!
Goodness gracious! Hims got a red face! Yes hims does!
I think somebody's pooping their pants in the highchair!"
As Marty grunted and tooted in the highchair, his Mother started to smell something, and playfully sniffed the air.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Shoooo-wee! I think I know what Marty's doing!
Goodness! Mommy smells something! Yes she does!
Shooooo! I think somebody's busy filling their britches!
Yeah, Mommy smells poopy pants! Shoooo-wee!"
With each grunt and toot, his Mother smiled and kept on feeding him prunes and peaches. Marty was sitting in his highchair pooping his pants in front of all the pretty mommies in the nursery.
"Uh, oh, I know what Marty's doing! Goodness gracious!
Somebody's awful busy filling their britches! Shooo-wee!
Hims is grunting, and tooting, and pooping hims pants!
Shoooo-wee! I know what Marty's doing! Yes I do!
Marty's busy filling his britches for Mommy! Shoooo!"
While Marty pooped his pants in the highchair, his Mother kept on feeding him peaches and prunes as she sniffed the air and smiled a warm, motherly smile.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Shoooo-wee Marty! You sure are filling your britches!
Goodness gracious! Somebody's making poopy pants!
Yeah, Marty's busy filling his britches! Shoooo-wee!
Goodness! Hims is grunting so hard for Mommy!
Marty's busy doing something in his pants! Shoooo!"
As Marty sat in his highchair and messed his pants, the pungent aroma of poop filled the small church nursery.
"Shooo-wee Marty!" His Mother said, giggling.
"Goodness gracious! It's awful stinky in here. Shoooo!
Yeah, it's stinky cause somebody pooped their pants.
Shoooo-wee! Little baby messed his britches! Goodness!
Hims filled hims pants in the highchair! Yes hims did!
Marty messed his britches in the nursery. Shooo-wee!"
After Marty stopped grunting, his Mother took him out of the highchair and pulled back his rubber pants and looked down inside his diaper.
"Shoooo-wee!" His Mother said, smiling a big smile.
"My goodness! Somebody really filled their britches!
Shooooo! Mommy needs to change some poopy pants.
Yeah, little Marty just messed his britches! Shooo-wee!
Goodness! Hims did a big job in hims pants! Shooooo!"
His Mother then carried him to the changing table, and all the pretty mommies in the nursery gathered around, and smiled as his Mother playfully teased him about pooping his pants in the highchair.
"Shoooo-wee! My little baby just pooped his britches full!
Yeah, Marty sat in the highchair and messed his pants.
Goodness gracious! Somebody needs a diaper change.
Shoooo-wee! Marty pooped his pants for Mommy!
Yeah, somebody filled their britches in the nursery."
As all the pretty mommies watched, his Mother loving wiped his poopy bottom, smiling and cooing to her baby.
"Goodness gracious! Hims got a poopy bottom!
Yes hims does! Somebody messed their britches. Shoooo!
Little Marty pooped his pants in the church nursery.
Goodness hims got a poopy bottom! Shoooo-wee!"
After she cleaned Marty's poopy bottom, his Mother turned him over on his tummy, and started powdering him with sweet smelling baby powder. All the pretty mommies smiled as his Mother lovingly powdered his bottom.
"Goodness! Somebody's getting their bottom powdered!
Yeah, somebody's getting their pants changed!
Goodness gracious! Somebody messed their britches.
Yeah, little Marty pooped his pants in the nursery!"
Even after Marty was all powdered and diapered, the lingering aroma of poop hung in the air. All the pretty mommies smiled, as the air was filled with the smell of baby powder and poopy diapers.
The church nursery was a loving, caring place, were little babies could grunt and toot and poop their pants, under the watchful eyes of pretty, Christian mommies.
THE END!!!!
