A Road Less Travelled

I hate changing diapers. There is something about having to, well, never mind you don’t want to know. Anyway, I don’t like changing diapers. To try and make the experience a little more pleasant for all those involved I’ve tried little gimmicks to make it more fun. Sometimes I sing while I change the diaper, sometimes the child and I exchange baby pleasantries, but what has really caught on is to have the child’s pants eat him. This mostly works with Noah. I’ll change his diaper and then stick my hand up a pant leg and make roaring noises while I grab his foot and pull it in. The second leg is more fun because my hand erupt out of the top of the pants somewhere near his stomach and Noah starts screaming. It’s great fun. Well, tonight he turned the tables on me. My hand burst out of his pants roaring for all it was worth. He screamed, but then,  mastering his fear, reached into his shirt for the ever-present can of spinach while humming the Popeye theme song. My hand and I were forced to retreat.