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My wife SCREAMED at me
on April 16, 2018
The sudden screeching of my name came from upstairs...
In the baby's room.
I trip over myself as I'm sprinting upstairs -- I can't get to the baby fast enough.
Then, the wretched stink of liquid rotting apple strawberry banana...
Freshly digested, and smeared over everything.
My wife is staring at me in disbelief.
My baby? Giggling, and smiling at me from ear to ear...
Inside his sh** smeared crib, with a brown-yellow striped exploded up his back.
Immediately, I grabbed a garbage bag, and a pack of these wipes.
My wife turned on the shower, and we went to work -- she would hose down the giggling baby, who's obvious well aware of the crap he caused...
And I would wipe down the everything.
Scrape by scrape, each wad of sludge would find its way to the bottom of the bag.
Once the mess was over, a gentle scrubbing with bleach and fire would ensure a sterile environment.
Could I have used paper towels? Sure -- but they weren't handy when I needed them.
Could I have sold the house instead? If this happens again, that IS an option.
But if you have a baby who poops, then these wipes will handle anything.