Call of Duty

So after last week's quasi-emergency with being constipated -you don't really want to know the details- Baby Spoon seems to have been awakened to a new sense of duty with her vendetta of old. Here are the particulars of a conversation this morning between Mommy Spoon and myself:

Daddy Spoon: "O filled her diaper massive! It was like she was trying to bury China or something... it was that much."

Mommy Spoon: "Oh... WOW... How is that possible? She has been making 3 or more dirty diapers a day..."

Daddy Spoon: "You forget about her vendetta..."

Mommy Spoon: "Ha ha ha ha..."

So now our Baby Spoon is again unleashing her wrath on all the poor clean diapers in the house. Be warned. And afraid. Very afraid. Some of those dirty diapers can be a fate worse than death....