When his Mother smelled a poopy diaper, she would playfully sniff the air and wave her hand under her nose and pretend not to know that Marty had pooped his pants.
His Mother called this silly game, "What's Mommy Smelling?"
One morning, when Marty was 9 months-old, he woke up from his nap and pooped his pants. When Marty was all through, he went back to playing with his toys, cooing and jabbering, as the telltale odor wafted up from his pants, and drifted through the nursery.
When his Mother heard him jabbering,
she walked into the nursery smiling a motherly smile.
"There's my big boy! Did hims wake up?"
As soon as his Mother walked in, she could smell the odor of poop wafting through the nursery, so she playfully sniffed the air.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Uh, oh, I think I smell something. Shoooo-wee!
Goodness gracious. What's Mommy smelling? Phew!
Oh its awful stinky in here! Shooooo-wee!! Goodness.
There's something awful stinky in the Nursery. Shoooo!"
As his Mother came closer to the crib and sniffed the air, she was smiling a warm, motherly smile. She could tell by the smell that Marty had pooped his pants, but his Mother pretended not to know what the stinky smell was, and played her silly game.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Shoooo-wee! What's Mommy smelling?
Goodness gracious! It's awful stinky in here. Shoooo!
Is there a stinky skunk in here? Yeah, Mommy smells something.
Goodness gracious! What's Mommy smelling?"
As his Mother played her silly game with him, Marty stood up in his crib, and cooed and jabbered to his pretty Mommy. Marty giggled and drooled as his Mother playfully shooed-away the smell, wrinkling up her nose, and sniffing the air.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Oh my goodness gracious! Shoooo-wee! Shoooooo!
What's Mommy smelling? Is there a stinky skunk in here?
Shoooooo! Oh it's awful stinky in the nursery. Goodness gracious.
What's Mommy smelling? Mommy smells something. Shooo!"
His Mother acted so silly as she played with Marty.
She rolled her eyes at Marty, smiling and giggling.
She playfully waved her hand to shoo-away the smell.
And she wrinkled up her nose, as she sniffed the air.
(SNIFF, SNIFF)
"Oh Shooooo! Goodness gracious! Mommy smells something.
Goodness. There's something awful stinky in here. Shoooo!
What's Mommy smelling? It's not a stinky skunk. No it's not.
Shooo-wee! I bet somebody just filled their britches. Goodness."
His Mother then leaned over the crib and brought her nose closer to Marty's diapered bottom. As she sniffed the seat of his pants, his Mother wrinkled up her nose and giggled.
"Uh, oh, I think somebody just pooped their pants.
Shooo-wee! Is that what Mommy smells? Goodness.
Yeah, it's not a stinky skunk Mommy smells. Shoooo-wee!
I think Marty just filled his britches for Mommy. Goodness."
As his Mother checked his diaper to see what kind of poop Marty had made in his pants, she kept playing her silly game with him.
"What's Mommy smelling? Did Marty poop hims pants?
Goodness gracious. I think somebody messed their britches.
Shoooo-wee! I think Marty needs his diaper changed. Phew!
Say, 'Mommy I pooped in my britches.' Shoooo-wee!
Yeah, I did something awful stinky in my pants.' Goodness."
Marty always felt so loved when his Mother checked his pants.
As his Mother leaned over the crib, she took her thumb and forefinger and slowly pulled open the back of Marty's cloth diaper.
Oh Marty's chubby bottom was so poopy!
As his Mother looked down the back of his pants, she saw a soft, brown, "peanut butter poop" cover Marty's fat, chubby bottom. Marty had filled up his diaper and this made his Mother so happy.
"Uh, oh, no wonder Mommy smells something. Shoooo-wee!
Somebody just pooped in their pants. Oh my goodness!
Oh shoooo-wee! Marty just filled his britches for Mommy.
Yes hims did. Shoooo-wee! Hims got a messy, poopy bottom.
Say,'Mommy I just pooped my pants in the nursery. Yes I did!
I stood up in my crib and messed my britches.' Shoooo-wee!"
As his Mother looked down the back of his diaper, she was smiling the biggest smile. It looked like Marty had filled up his pants with soft, brown peanut butter.
"Oh, shoo-wee! Shoooo! That's why Mommy smells something!
Goodness. Somebody made a peanut butter poop in their pants.
Yeah, Marty just filled up his britches for Mommy. Shoooo-wee!
Hims got peanut butter poop in hims pants. Goodness gracious."
After checking his pants and confirming her suspicions, his Mother took Marty out of his crib and laid him on the changing table. His Mother was expecting a poopy diaper that morning, so she had fresh diapers, baby powder, and everything ready to change him.
"What's Mommy smelling? Did the baby mess his pants?
Shoooo-wee! Say 'Mommy I pooped my britches. Yes I did!
I stood up in my crib and filled up my pants!' Shoooo-wee!
Tell Mommy. Say 'Mommy I messed my britches. Yes I did!
I did something awful stinky in my pants. Shooooo-wee!"
As his Mother removed his plastic baby pants, wrinkling up her nose and smiling at Marty, the chubby infant kicked his legs and cooed to his pretty Mommy. 9 month-old Marty loved the way his Mother Baby-Talked to him when he pooped his pants.
"Oh shoooooo! What's Mommy smelling? Goodness gracious!
The baby pooped his pants, didn't he? Yes he did! Shoooo-wee!
Say 'Mommy I messed my britches. I filled up my pants.'
Tell Mommy! Say 'Mommy I made a big mess in my britches.
Yes I did! I pooped my pants in my baby crib. Shoooo-wee!'"
After his Mother unpinned Marty's diaper, she held him by the ankles and brought the front of the diaper down and wiped most of the poop off his bottom. Oh Marty's bottom was so poopy!
His Mother smiled and giggled as she wiped his poopy bottom.
His fat, chubby bottom was covered in thick, soft, brown mess, that made his Mother smile as she cleaned his poopy bottom.
"Shoooo-wee! That's why Mommy smells something!
Yeah, baby Marty's got a stinky, poopy bottom. Shooooo!
Say 'Mommy, I messed my britches in my crib. Yes I did!
That's why I got a poopy bottom, cause I messed my pants.'
Goodness! Marty filled his britches for Mommy. Shoooo!
Yeah, somebody's got a poopy bottom. Goodness gracious."
As she held him by the ankles, his Mother wiped all the poop off his chubby bottom, smiling a warm, motherly smile. Marty cooed to his pretty Mommy as she wiped his poopy bottom, and his Mother cooed back to him, playfully wrinkling up her nose.
"Oh Shooooo-wee Marty! Oh Shooooo! Goodness gracious!
Somebody sure does have a poopy bottom! Shoooo-wee!
Say, 'Mommy I messed my britches! Yeah, I pooped my pants!'
Goodness. Marty made a big mess in his britches for Mommy.
Shoooo-wee! Somebody's got a poopy bottom. Goodness"
After his Mother cleaned his messy bottom, she laid the poopy diaper aside, and reached for the baby powder.
Oh Marty got so excited! He loved to get his bottom powdered!
The chubby infant cooed and jabbered, and kicked his chubby legs as his Mother held his ankles together and powdered his clean, chubby bottom with baby powder.
"Oh my goodness! Somebody's so excited! Yes hims is!
Say, 'Mommy I love to get my bottom powdered. Yes I do!'
Goodness gracious! Mommy's baby has such a pretty bottom.
Yeah, Mommy loves that pretty bottom! Yes she does!
Goodness. Somebody's gonna get their bottom powdered."
As his Mother powdered Marty's chubby bottom, they cooed back and forth to each other. Marty loved his pretty Mommy, and she loved him so much. And his Mother loved to powder his bottom.
"Goodness. Somebody's talking up a storm to Mommy.
Yes hims is! Hims is talking to Mommy. What's hims saying?
Say, 'Goodness Mommy, I'm getting my bottom powdered.
Yeah, that's cause I pooped my pants in the crib. Yes I did.
I filled my britches and now I'm getting my bottom powdered.'"
After Marty was all powdered diapered, his Mother pulled on his plastic baby panties, and turned him over on to his tummy, softly patting his soft diapered bottom, and smiling a motherly smile.
"Goodness gracious. Somebody got their diaper changed, hua?
Yeah, and Marty got his bottom powdered too. My goodness.
Somebody got their stinky pants changed, didn't they?
Yeah, Mommy loves to change poopy britches. Yes she does.
When Mommy smells something, its time for a diaper change.
Yeah, Marty always tells on himself, doesn't he? Goodness."
As Marty laid on his tummy, cooing and jabbering to his pretty Mommy, she smiled a motherly smile. The smell of poop and baby powder hung in the air, and his Mother was so happy.
THE END.
they're so experienced at changing diapers and their soft, wrinkled hands give a sense of comfort. Also, when dealing with toddlers who don't want to be changed they don't put up with nonsense!