The Big Mess

[Little Stinky Britches]

When Marty was a baby, he always pooped his pants in his Highchair while his Mother was feeding him cereal.

His Mother always called it, "Busy in his Britches" because Marty would squirm in the Highchair, grunt and toot, and turn red in the face when he was pooping his pants for his pretty mommy.

One morning, his Mother was feeding him in the Highchair,
when a stinky toot wafted up to her nose and made her smile.
Marty often toots when he's going to be busy in his britches.

"Shoooo-wee Marty. Goodness gracious. I smell something.
Yeah, I think I smell a stinky-winky toot. Shoooo-wee-shooo.
Goodness gracious. Mommy's talking about stinky toots again.
Yes she is. That's cause the baby just tooted in hims britches.
Goodness. Hims is making stinky toots for Mommy. Shooo-wee!"

His Mother was always talking about toots and poopy diapers, because she wanted Marty to know that it was alright to fill his pants in front of her. Beulah loved her baby, and she loved it when Marty tooted and messed his britches in his Highchair.

As his Mother fed him another spoonfull of cereal,
Marty got very quiet in his Highchair, and tooted for his Mother.
Beulah smiled the biggest smile when Marty tooted for her.
She loved to hear her baby tooting in his Highchair.

"Uh, oh, I think somebody's gonna be busy in their britches.
Yeah, that's why Mommy was smelling toots all morning.
My goodness. Marty's tooting in his britches. Yes hims is.
Mommy knows what Marty's gonna do. Goodness gracious.
I think somebody's gonna poop their pants in the Highchair.
Yeah, Marty's tooting cause he's gonna be busy in his britches."

"Busy in his britches." His Mother loved using that phrase.
Marty was so dramatic pooping his pants in the Highchair.
She loved watching him grunt and toot, and turn red in the face.
His Mother always smiled when Marty was busy in his britches.

"Uh, oh, somebody's making a bright red face for Mommy.
Goodness. I think Marty's busy doing something in his britches.
Yeah, I think Marty's gonna fill up hims pants for Mommy.
Is the baby gonna mess hims britches? Goodness gracious.
Yeah, that's what hims gonna do. Hims gonna poop hims pants.
Goodness gracious. Marty's looks awful busy in hims britches."

As Beulah watched 6 month-old Marty turn red in the face and grunt, she heard a soft rumble in the seat of his pants.
His Mother was smiling a motherly smile, when she heard another rumble in his britches, as Marty loudly grunted.

"Goodness gracious! What's Marty doing in hims britches?
Are you tooting or pooping? Goodness. Hims is awful busy!
Yeah, I think somebody's doing something in their britches.
Goodness gracious. Are you filling your pants for Mommy?
Somebody sounds awful busy in their britches. Yes they do."

Oh Marty was so busy in his britches that morning!
The baby was pooping his pants in the Highchair.
Marty was making a bright red face for his pretty mommy,
as she smiled and talked about what he was doing in his pants.

"Goodness gracious! What's Marty doing in his Highchair?
Oh hims sure is awful busy! Yeah, hims got a bright red face!
What's Marty doing? Goodness gracious. Hims looks awful busy.
I think somebody's busy filling their britches in the Highchair.
Yeah, Marty's awful busy in hims britches. Goodness gracious."

After Marty started grunting, the pungent smell of poop wafted up from his britches and then wafted over to his Mother's nose.
Once Beulah detected the odor of poop, she leaned foward and sniffed the air around Marty, smiling a motherly smile.

"Oh shoooo-wee-shooo! I think I know what Marty's doing.
Goodness gracious. It smells like somebody's awful busy.
Shooo-wee Marty! Are you busy pooping your pants for Mommy?
My goodness. Somebody's filling their britches in the Highchair.
Shoooo-wee! The baby sure is doing something in hims pants.
Yeah, Marty's awful busy in hims britches. Shooo-wee-shooo!"

Oh Marty was so busy pooping his pants in the Highchair!
He was busy grunting and tooting with a bright red face.
And his Mother was smiling the biggest motherly smile,
as the pungent smell of poop wafted through the kitchen.

"Goodness. Hims just a grunt'n and a toot'n in the Highchair.
Yeah, Marty's awful busy in hims britches. Shoooo-wee-shoooo!
Goodness gracious. Mommy smells something awful stinky.
Yeah, Marty's busy filling up his britches in the Highchair.
Oh shooo-wee-shooo! I know what Marty's doing. Yes I do.
Hims is awful busy in hims britches. Shoooo-wee Marty!"

Oh it was so stinky in the Kitchen that morning!
And Beulah was smiling the biggest motherly smile.
The smell of a poopy diaper always made his Mother smile.
And she loved watching Marty fill his pants in the Highchair.

"Shoooo-wee! My goodness Marty! I sure do smell something.
Shooo-wee! What's Mommy smelling? Oh shooo-wee-shoooo!
My goodness gracious. Somebody just pooped in their pants.
Yeah I think Marty just filled hims britches. Shooooo-wee-shooo!
Goodness! Somebody needs their diaper changed. Yes they do.
Shooo-wee Marty! What did you do in your pants? Shoooooo!"

After Marty stopped grunting, his Mother took her time cleaning up the kitchen, as Marty jabbered in the Highchair. Beulah liked to give Marty plenty of time to finish pooping, as she smiled a motherly smile, and talked about changing his britches.

"Shooo-wee!" His Mother said, waving her hand under her nose.

"It smells like somebody's been awful busy in their britches.
Yeah, the baby just pooped hims pants, didn't he? Shoooo-wee!
Mommy needs to change some stinky britches. Yes she does.
Shoooo-wee-shoooo! Marty pooped hims pants in the Highchair.
Yeah, hims was awful busy in hims britches. Shoooo-wee!"

That morning, Marty had a nice, healthy poop in his Highchair.
The baby was smiling and jabbering to his pretty mommy,
as she playfully waved her hand under her wrinkled-up nose.

"Shoooo-wee Marty! Are you all through pooping your pants?
Goodness. Somebody was awful busy in their britches.
Yeah, Mommy sure does smell something. Shooo-wee-shooo!
Somebody sure did poop their pants this morning. Goodness.
Yeah, Marty was awful busy in hims britches. Shooo-wee!"

That morning, back in 1959,
Marty had made the biggest mess in his britches,
and his Mother was smiling the biggest, motherly smile,
as the smell of poop wafted through the kitchen.

THE END.

[Little Stinky Britches]

I've been working on this story for a while now,
but it is now finished.

(I'm doing a call with a special mommy this afternoon. )

[Little Stinky Britches]

My favorite mommies were not on/working Sunday, so I thought I'd try again today, Christmas Day, but because it's Christmas, I'm not sure anyone is taking calls today..... but we'll see.

[Little Stinky Britches]

I'm going to do another call this morning.

(I hope Mommy likes my story. )

[DommyMommyAva]

I love all your stories

[Little Stinky Britches]

Thank you sooooooo much Mommy Ava!

[Little Stinky Britches]

I was hoping to do this story with Lizabeth.

Hope she is on call today.

BUMMER ALERT!

I just found out that Lizabeth doesn't work here anymore.

Oh well..... there are still some awesome mommies that are still here.

But still, it is a bummer.