Another Gross One

The night before last, Jesse and I were laying in bed and something started to stink.
Some general inquiries were made, but the smell persisted.

"I think you peed a little in your boxers."
"I did not!"
"No, seriously, it smells like pee."
"Well, your face smells like pee!"
I thought that was a bit silly, and unnecessarily confrontational, but he didn't seem to be joking.
"Wait, maybe it's the pillow... Did Miette somehow pee on the pillow?"

A closer inspection was made and as my hand felt around and grasped the edge of the pillow, I realized the thing I was picking up was in fact a used, wet diaper.

There is a bit of an explanation, but does it really even matter? I don't think so.


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