Once upon a time, there was a big, chubby toddler named Rebecca, who lived in a magical nursery.
Rebecca spent her days toddling around the nursery in soft cloth diapers and Rumba-style Baby panties, with pressy ruffles on the seat.
Mother Goose was in the Nursery one morning, folding some cloth diapers, when she noticed that 6 month-old Marty looked awful busy.
The big, chubby infant was crawling on the floor, when he stopped playing and his face turned red as a beet.
Mother Goose smiled when she saw Marty's red face.
"Somebody's filling their pants." She said.
"I see a baby with a face so red!"
Mother Goose then waddled over to Marty and sniffed his bottom.
After a bout of red-faced grunts, Mother Goose always sniffed the baby's bottom to see if they made something in their pants.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Shooooo! I smell something." Mother Goose said.
Sniffing Marty's bottom, while his face was so red.
"Somebody pooped their pants." They all whispered.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Shooooo-wee! I don't think it's a gassy toot I'm smelling.
Goodness! I think somebody just pooped their pants."
The lady smiled as she watched Gretchen pick up the chubby infant and check his pants for poop. Marty cooed and drooled as Gretchen held him in her arms, and gently pulled back his rubber pants and looked inside his diaper.
"Are you tooting for Miss Gretchen? Is hims just tooting?
Goodness gracious! It smells like somebody pooped their pants.
Shoooooo! I smell something! Yes I do! I smell stinky pants!"
The ladies in the nursery all smiled warm, motherly smiles, as they watched Gretchen pull back Marty's rubber baby pants.
"It's probably just gas." Another lady said smiling.
"When Marty fills his pants in the Church Nursery you'll know it, because he always makes a big production out of it. He grunts really loud and turns all red in the face."
Gretchen smiled a warm, motherly smile. She loved watching babies poop their pants, especially the ones who grunt and toot.
"Does he toot when he poops his pants?" Gretchen asked.
"Oh my goodness! Does he toot?" The lady said giggling.
"Oh he sure does! Sometimes it sounds like there's a popcorn machine in his pants! When he fills his britches in the Nursery, you can hear him all the way down the hall."
"You can smell him down the hall too!" Another lady added.
"Last Sunday, I was walking down the hall when I stared to smell poop. Sure enough, when I got to the Nursery, Marty had messed his pants and he was getting his poopy diaper changed."
Gretchen smiled as the other ladies in the Nursery talked about Marty pooping his pants. The ladies were always talking about poopy diapers and how much grunting and tooting babies do when they fill their pants in the Church Nursery.
Then, just before Church services let out, Marty was playing in an Exersaucer, when suddenly he stopped and became motionless. His fat, chubby cheeks turned red as a beet, as Marty grunted and tooted in the Exersaucer.
"Uh, oh, I think I know what Marty's doing. Goodness!
Hims sounds awful busy over there! Yes hims does!
Yeah, hims is grunting and tooting, and hims got a red face!
Oh my goodness! I think somebody's pooping their pants!"
Marty made such a red face for Miss Gretchen! She smiled a warm, motherly smile as the chubby infant turned red as a beet and pooped his pants in the Exersaucer.
"You might want to check his pants." One of the ladies said to Gretchen, as she burped a baby girl in the rocking chair.
"Sometimes he grunts like that and all he's doing is passing gas."
Gretchen smiled, and sniffed the air around Marty.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Shooooo! I don't think it's gas. It doesn't smell like a toot."
Gretchen then brought her nose closer, as Marty grunted.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Shooooo-wee! It smells like he's filling his britches. Shooooo!"
Gretchen then leaned over the Exersaucer and pulled open the back of Marty's diaper and rubber baby pants.
"Oh my goodness!" Gretchen said, looking at his poopy bottom.
"He's not just tooting! He's pooping his pants! Shooooo-wee!"
After checking his pants and confirming her suspicions, Gretchen brought over Marty's diaper bag, and sat down next him. As Marty pooped his pants in front of Gretchen, she folded his diapers and playfully teased him about making a red face.
"Goodness gracious! Somebody's got a bright red face!
Yeah, and hims is grunting and tooting for Miss Gretchen too!
Shoooo-wee! I think I know what Marty's doing! Goodness!
Marty's awful busy pooping his britches! Yes hims is!
Hims just a grunting and a tooting, and filling hims pants!"
As Marty grunted and tooted with a bright red face, the pungent aroma in his pants wafted up from the Exersaucer and filled the Church Nursery, drifting down the hall untill it reached his Mother's nose. His Mother was talking to another lady, when she detected the smell of his poopy pants.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Do you smell that? Oh dear, I think I better go to the Nursery.
It smells like my little one just pooped his pants. Shooooo!"
The other lady smiled as his Mother walked toward the Nursery. All the ladies in the hallway could smell the aroma of poop drifting out of the Nursery, and they all smiled warm, motherly smiles.
"Shooooo-wee!" His Mother said, walking into the Nursery.
"It smells like somebody just messed their britches."
"Oh he sure did!" Gretchen said, smiling at Marty.
"He grunted and tooted with this bright red face. My goodness!
I thought his little head was going to pop off! He was so red!
And the toots! Oh I've never heard a baby toot like that before!
He would just grunt really hard, then he would toot up a storm.
It was one toot after another! My goodness! Toot, toot, toot!"
"Did he do a big job in his pants?" His Mother asked.
"Well, let's see if he did." Gretchen said. "It sure smells like it."
Gretchen then lifted the chubby infant out of the Exersaucer and stood Marty up with his diapered bottom facing his Mother and the other ladies in the Nursery. As they all watched, Gretchen took her finger and slowly pulled back his rubber baby pants, revealing the huge mess inside his cloth diaper.
"Shooooo-wee!" Gretchen said, pulling back his baby pants.
The poop was all the way to the top of Marty's diaper and covered his whole chubby bottom. This made everyone smile and giggle.
"Yep, I'd say he's DEFINITELY filled his britches! Shoooo-wee!
My goodness gracious! This little baby needs his diaper changed!"
Gretchen and his Mother then changed his poopy diaper in front of all the pretty mommies in the Nursery. As the smell of poop mixed with baby powder drifted down the hallway, all the ladies in church smiled warm, motherly smiles.
"Do you smell that?" One of them asked, halfway down the hall.
"It smells like Marty pooped his pants in the Nursery again."
The other lady sniffed the air and smiled.
"Yes, and it smells like he's getting his bottom powdered too."
Both ladies exchanged motherly smiles as the telltale aroma of poop and baby powder drifted out of the Nursery and went all the way down the Church hallway.
"Shooooo-wee Marty!"
Poopy Pants, Powdered Bottoms, and Warm, Motherly Smiles!
It was another day in the Church Nursery.
THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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