Poopy Leaper

Well, Joy and I did our second Sunday in the Leapers room. This time, there were plenty of helpers besides Joy and myelf, but this time, there was poop involved. Joy did the first one, and then, when there was about five minutes before the parents came to rescue the children/rescue us, I smelled another one. And it smelled bad. I lifted the little tike up and walked over to Joy. She smelled the youngster and declared that if it looked anything like it smelled, we were in big trouble. I asked if she was going to change it, and she stated that the parents would be here in two minutes. I protested. Sure, we may know that he just pooped a minute ago, but his parents may think we let him stay in a dirty diaper for the last hour. Joy said I was going to have to do it. I rolled up my sleeves, put on some rubber gloves, and began the process. This was a whole new experience for me, and there was one moment when I thought vomit was also gonna be all over this child. Joy helped a lot (and laughed a lot), and then she even told the kid's dad that it was my first time changing a poopy diaper. If they are all as bad as this one was, I think I might have to get out of the Leapers room and into the Climbers. They may be more rowdy, but at least they know how to use a toilet.