The Big Boy
Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 5:14 pm
When Marty learned how to walk,
he thought of himself as a "Big Boy."
But Marty wasn't a Big Boy.
He was still in diapers and rubber pants.
And he still needed his Mommy.
One morning, Marty was at the playground with his Mommy.
His thick double diapers and baby pants bulged out his bottom.
Everyone knew that he went to the bathroom in his pants.
The other children would pat his diapered bottom and tease him.
"Oh look at the baby! He's wearing diapers and rubber pants!
Marty's wearing diaaapers..... Marty's wearing diaaapers."
His Mommy frowned at the older children's playful teasing.
They would often tease the little ones who were still in diapers.
The older children didn't understand that Marty was still a baby.
He needed his diapers, and he needed his Mommy.
Marty told them that he was a "Big Boy."
But the children just laughed and giggled.
"Big boys don't wear diapers and baby pants," they told him.
"Marty's wearing diaaapers..... Marty's wearing diaaaapers."
As Marty was playing with the other children,
a little girl noticed a smell wafting up from his pants,
and started teasing him about the odor in his britches.
"PeeeeeUUUUU Marty! You stink! The baby pooped his pants!
Marty pooped his paaaants.... Marty pooped his paaaants."
In the 1950s, at the Mountain view Baptist Church,
babies in the Nursery didn't stay in poopy diapers very long.
A little girl named Rebecca, was the Church Nursery Tattletale.
Whenever Rebecca smelled a poopy diaper,
she would tell the baby's mother that she smelled "something",
and that "somebody" needed their pants changed.
All the Mothers in the Church Nursery loved Rebecca
She had such a good nose for sniffing out poopy pants.
One morning, Rebecca was helping in the Church Nursery,
when she smelled something stinky in a playpen by the window.
A big, chubby 9 month-old named Marty was in the playpen,
drooling with a pungent odor wafting up from his pants.
(Sniff, Sniff,)
"Shoooooo Marty! You pooped your pants! I smell it.
You made a stinky in your diapers. Shoooooowee, Shooooo."
Rebecca then leaned over the playpen, to check Marty's pants.
Her Mother taught her to check the diaper when there's an odor.
Sometimes it's gas, and sometimes it's poop, her Mother said.
So Rebecca pulled back Marty's diaper, and peeked inside.
When she saw the huge mess in the seat of his pants,
Rebecca giggled, and teased him about the mess in his pants.
"Uh, oh, Marty pooped his pants. Shooooo Marty. You stink!
Marty pooped his pants, Marty pooped his pants. Shooooooo!
I'm gonna tell your Mommy. Phew! You need a diaper change!
Shoooooo! Marty pooped his pants, Marty pooped his pants."
Rebecca then looked around for his Mother Beulah,
who was over by the Nursery door, talking to some other Mommies.
"Beulah, Marty just pooped his pants! He stinks! Pheeew-UUU!"
His Mother just smiled and rolled her eyes.
Rebecca was always tattling on the babies.
Always telling you Mother that pooped your pants.
Mandy was such a little tattletale!
"Honey, he probably just tooted." Your mother assured her.
"No mom! It's not a toot! He pooped his pants! Come see!"
Your Mother then looked at the clock,
this was the time of morning,
when your always messed your britches
Filling the living room with that special smell
And making your big sister wrinkle up her nose.
Shoooo-wee Marty!
"Alright honey, let's go check his diaper."
When Mandy and your Mother came into the living room,
There you were:
A big chubby 9 month-old baby
Happlily playing in yours walker,
drooling and jabbering,
unaware of the pungent aroma wafting up from your pants.
SNIFF, SNIFF
"Shoooo-wee!" Your Mother said, sniffing the air.
"I do smell something. Maybe he's not tooting."
Mandy giggled as your Mother sniffed the air
Wrinkling up her nose
And smiling a motherly smile
Your Mother lifted then lifted you up
and placed her nose on the seat of your pants
deeply inhaling the sent of a freshly filled diaper.
Mandy giggled as your Mother her mother made a funny face
Rolling her eyes
as she sniffed your bottom.
"Shoooooo! Oh my goodness! He's definitely filled his britches!"
Mandy was holding her nose
Giggling,
and teasing you about pooping your pants
and stinking up the living room.
"Marty pooped his pants! Marty pooped his paaants!
He poooooooped his pants! Shooo, shoooo!
Mom it stinks! He pooooooooped his pants!"
"Yes he certainly did." Your Mother said,
feeling the seat of your full diaper.
Then, as your big sister Mandy watched,
Your Mother slipped her finger into the top of your rubber pants,
and slowly pulled back your diaper and looked inside.
This was the part Mandy like the best!
Your Mother always wanted to see what was in your pants.
It wasn't enough just to smell the poopy in your pants,
Your Mother always liked to see how big of a job you did in your pants.
NOT FINISHED, RAN OT OF TIME. HOPE YOU LIKE IT MANDY!
he thought of himself as a "Big Boy."
But Marty wasn't a Big Boy.
He was still in diapers and rubber pants.
And he still needed his Mommy.
One morning, Marty was at the playground with his Mommy.
His thick double diapers and baby pants bulged out his bottom.
Everyone knew that he went to the bathroom in his pants.
The other children would pat his diapered bottom and tease him.
"Oh look at the baby! He's wearing diapers and rubber pants!
Marty's wearing diaaapers..... Marty's wearing diaaapers."
His Mommy frowned at the older children's playful teasing.
They would often tease the little ones who were still in diapers.
The older children didn't understand that Marty was still a baby.
He needed his diapers, and he needed his Mommy.
Marty told them that he was a "Big Boy."
But the children just laughed and giggled.
"Big boys don't wear diapers and baby pants," they told him.
"Marty's wearing diaaapers..... Marty's wearing diaaaapers."
As Marty was playing with the other children,
a little girl noticed a smell wafting up from his pants,
and started teasing him about the odor in his britches.
"PeeeeeUUUUU Marty! You stink! The baby pooped his pants!
Marty pooped his paaaants.... Marty pooped his paaaants."
In the 1950s, at the Mountain view Baptist Church,
babies in the Nursery didn't stay in poopy diapers very long.
A little girl named Rebecca, was the Church Nursery Tattletale.
Whenever Rebecca smelled a poopy diaper,
she would tell the baby's mother that she smelled "something",
and that "somebody" needed their pants changed.
All the Mothers in the Church Nursery loved Rebecca
She had such a good nose for sniffing out poopy pants.
One morning, Rebecca was helping in the Church Nursery,
when she smelled something stinky in a playpen by the window.
A big, chubby 9 month-old named Marty was in the playpen,
drooling with a pungent odor wafting up from his pants.
(Sniff, Sniff,)
"Shoooooo Marty! You pooped your pants! I smell it.
You made a stinky in your diapers. Shoooooowee, Shooooo."
Rebecca then leaned over the playpen, to check Marty's pants.
Her Mother taught her to check the diaper when there's an odor.
Sometimes it's gas, and sometimes it's poop, her Mother said.
So Rebecca pulled back Marty's diaper, and peeked inside.
When she saw the huge mess in the seat of his pants,
Rebecca giggled, and teased him about the mess in his pants.
"Uh, oh, Marty pooped his pants. Shooooo Marty. You stink!
Marty pooped his pants, Marty pooped his pants. Shooooooo!
I'm gonna tell your Mommy. Phew! You need a diaper change!
Shoooooo! Marty pooped his pants, Marty pooped his pants."
Rebecca then looked around for his Mother Beulah,
who was over by the Nursery door, talking to some other Mommies.
"Beulah, Marty just pooped his pants! He stinks! Pheeew-UUU!"
His Mother just smiled and rolled her eyes.
Rebecca was always tattling on the babies.
Always telling you Mother that pooped your pants.
Mandy was such a little tattletale!
"Honey, he probably just tooted." Your mother assured her.
"No mom! It's not a toot! He pooped his pants! Come see!"
Your Mother then looked at the clock,
this was the time of morning,
when your always messed your britches
Filling the living room with that special smell
And making your big sister wrinkle up her nose.
Shoooo-wee Marty!
"Alright honey, let's go check his diaper."
When Mandy and your Mother came into the living room,
There you were:
A big chubby 9 month-old baby
Happlily playing in yours walker,
drooling and jabbering,
unaware of the pungent aroma wafting up from your pants.
SNIFF, SNIFF
"Shoooo-wee!" Your Mother said, sniffing the air.
"I do smell something. Maybe he's not tooting."
Mandy giggled as your Mother sniffed the air
Wrinkling up her nose
And smiling a motherly smile
Your Mother lifted then lifted you up
and placed her nose on the seat of your pants
deeply inhaling the sent of a freshly filled diaper.
Mandy giggled as your Mother her mother made a funny face
Rolling her eyes
as she sniffed your bottom.
"Shoooooo! Oh my goodness! He's definitely filled his britches!"
Mandy was holding her nose
Giggling,
and teasing you about pooping your pants
and stinking up the living room.
"Marty pooped his pants! Marty pooped his paaants!
He poooooooped his pants! Shooo, shoooo!
Mom it stinks! He pooooooooped his pants!"
"Yes he certainly did." Your Mother said,
feeling the seat of your full diaper.
Then, as your big sister Mandy watched,
Your Mother slipped her finger into the top of your rubber pants,
and slowly pulled back your diaper and looked inside.
This was the part Mandy like the best!
Your Mother always wanted to see what was in your pants.
It wasn't enough just to smell the poopy in your pants,
Your Mother always liked to see how big of a job you did in your pants.
NOT FINISHED, RAN OT OF TIME. HOPE YOU LIKE IT MANDY!
