For the second time, there were three contenders for the prestigious title of “Diaper of the Month”. One of them resembled an oil slick and the other looked like a salad that had been through the paper shredder. They made for some interesting photos, but I had to pick the first one I took for this month. The diaper was a morning one taken on the fourteenth that reeked so bad I was sure it would require half a bag of wipes and therefore a worthy contender for the coveted diaper of the month prize. To my shock, yet delight for a no-fuss no-muss poo, I saw this tiny little shit.

It’s simply amazing that such a little thing can cause such a big stink. Happy Birthday to my little shit.

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