What is that smell?

You've heard it said that being able to admit that you have a problem is the first step towards recovery.

Angie had to take the medically fragile kids to Indianapolis to attend the cerebral palsy clinic. So, I had to take off a day of work and watch the other kids. Angie also runs a daycare out of our home so I had to watch those kids too. These kids are all under five and a couple are still in diapers.

After nap and snack time my 14 year old, Alex came home from school. We were all in the family room interacting with the kids, when a cloud of a foul odor permeated the festive atmosphere. The kids didn't seem to pay any attention at all but my eyes were watering. The hunt was on for the one that did the "duty".

The best way to find messy pants is to actually look because kids under two have a false sense of reality and will lie to you. But, being hard-headed and lazy, and from the comfort of my chair, I went around the room asking each child if they were the ones that made the stinky. Of course, one by one, they all said no. Obviously a lie intended to prolong my suffering. It was almost as if one of them told the others "watch this."

One of the kids came near. A very cute and very petite little girl. To even imagine that a stink like that could emanate from such a precious little girl was mind-boggling to begin with, but the closer she came, the more I realized that I had found the perpetrator. I asked her point blank, "did you go poopy?" She shook her head no while looking me right in the eye! I asked her again, "Are you sure? Did you go poopy?" She lowered her head as if caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar, and then shook hear head yes. The look of final confession was a point of revelation for us all. Admitting you have a problem in the first place is the first step towards recovery. Admitting that you have a poopy diaper is the first step towards getting a clean one. Hopefully she learned her lesson.