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[kazatasupa]

Last night I undressed Warrick for his evening’s bath. Marie was cleaning the tub, so I set the 14 month old loose thinking a naked, stampeding baby would be cute. He quickly jetted his nude-suit out of the bedroom screaming nonsensical baby jabber along the way in celebration of his newfound sense of freedom. He returned to his room after taking his nudist tour of the house, skidding to a stop in front of me. Looking up to where his eyes met mine, we stared into each other’s souls for a second before a bursting stream of urine shot from his little wee, amalgamating with the carpet near his feet. His focus suddenly shifted from the look of horror on my face to the egestive liquid pool. He had never seen his own evacuation of fluids before and was puzzled at the wetness in the floor. I screamed, “I am such a bad dad!” My wife shot out from the bathroom to see what madness had occurred in her absence only to find herself laughing at my panic. I am not well with bodily fluids on the floor…