Goodness Gracious Grandma
Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:25 am
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.
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.
