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The Singing Diapers


These are The Singing Diapers.  So Soren tells me.  When he folds and snaps up the diapers in the morning, he lays them out on the couch like this and explains to me that they are Singing Diapers.

"Some of them have three eyes and some of them have one," he says.  And he laughs like he just made a funny joke.

Soren's humor is often inscrutable.

But I think I know why The Singing Diapers sing.

Sven woke up from his nap this morning, full of smiles and pee.  I took him to the couch to change his diaper and announced, "Let's put on a Singing Diaper!"

Soren was coloring at the table but he whipped his head around and smiled so big I thought his face would crack.

"Then it will sing louder!"  He said joyfully.  I must have looked quizzically at him because he explained further, "Because he will toot!"  And then he laughed and I laughed, too.

I got that one.

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Oozaroo said…
Tooting is hilarious!

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