Monday, December 10, 2007
biaper
Yesterday I heard you knocking on your bedroom door, followed soon after by "mumma, mumma"... which was followed by "biaper". Sure enough when I walked into the room I was hit by the unpleasant aroma of poop...confronted with diaper wipes all over the bed and diaper rash cream smeared on the forhead of the suspect.
I present exhibit A, the accused - I say you are guilty as charged...
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