On Being Specific (About My Rug)

I usually get to hang out with my utterly awesome nephew at least once a week. He’s so cool. Q dude just had his second birthday and he is a tall little stringbean. His coordination has kicked in and he’s tying words together and answering questions with multiple words. (there’s also a lot of gibberish still being used)

Well q-tip is getting his two-year molars and teething has always given the kid wicked diaper rash and a snotty nose that doesn’t stop. While his ‘rents and I were hanging out at my place they changed his diaper and found *surprise* a mean red rash.

My sis decided to let him air dry a bit. I told her it was cool as long as he didn’t poo somewhere in my house. (He may have a reputation for this…)

Well, Q got the memo.
He sat down on my big thick shag area rug and began to play with his cars. A couple minutes later I hear his dad say “Oh no!”

Yah, Q whizzed on my area rug.

Serves me right for not being more specific.

Watching “Woof Woof Rawr” (Up)


  1. says

    Ha ha!! Yeah they do that. Sebastian has never really had bad diaper rash until his bottom 2 teeth came in. BAM! I’d never seen anything so bad before! His skin actually split open it was such a bad rash. I felt so bad for him. He went probably 2 days without wearing a diaper hardly. There were a few accidents.