Sand In My Diaper

(a poem by Pineapple)

Oh sand in my diaper

You diabolical fiend

You itch and you scrape

In places mommy says shouldn’t be seen

You make me all rashy

You make me night-time thrashy

And even though you’re a pain

Anytime there’s no rain

I’m happy to

RUN AROUND IN YOU LIKE A MADWOMAN

EAT AS MUCH OFΒ YOU AS POSSIBLE

SHOVE YOU BY THE FISTFUL INTO MY CLOTHING AND DIAPER

OR THROW YOU INTO MY HAIR CREATING A NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE CLEANING SITUATION FOR MOMMY

Amen.

8 thoughts on “Sand In My Diaper

    • Janna, you won’t believe this, but she still sticks EVERYTHING in her mouth! I’m worried she’d choke – the little nerd! πŸ˜› She can outgrow that phase at any point thankyouverymuch! πŸ™‚

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