Last week Virginia was going through her morning vocal exercises in her crib while Mike and I clung to the last tendrils of pseudo-sleep in our nest. When Mike finally went into her room to get her up and dressed, he was surprised to find such a liberated baby.
“Oh babe… I think you better come in here.”
“Wait- why? Is it bad?”
“Um. It’s interesting.”
There was the little bulu, standing and smiling, naked as a jaybird- soaked G-diaper tossed into the middle of her room along with sandwich cat and her pillow. Thankfully that was the worst of it- the young elfkin just wanted to feel the breeze on her wee bum and it must have been a fairly recent development because her sheets were dry.
A few days later however, daddy put her down in just a G-diaper and again she freed herself from it- this time producing a halo of urine around her cherubic form. Oops! We used the steam shark on the mattress and let it dry out for a few hours while we dressed the nug up in silly outfits and took pictures.