Sense of Smell

I have no sense of smell.
That is not a joke. I really don't.
And most of the time it doesn't bother me at all.

It is a bittersweet blessing as far as dirty diapers go.
No, I don't have to gag at the small of poop.
But I also don't know when my kid poops.

So the other day I told Drew that he had to tell me when he pooped or it would burn his toosh.
I was very dramatic about it and wanted to make sure that he completely understood me.

I'm pretty sure it got through because today he pooped and ran over to me to change him quickly.
He said, "Mom can you change me quickly mom! Change me please so I don't burn mom. It is burning mom!"

Then he ran over to the playroom and got into the "changing" position. He almost started to cry.

I tried not to laugh.

It burns...oh Drew!