Surprise!

I knew something was going to happen.  Call it father's intuition.  When I change Adrian's diaper, I first peek open his diaper and depending on the shape of his penis, I can usually tell if he's about to pee or not.  Plus, Adrian has a tendency to get very quiet and just stare right up at me with those beautiful, innocent eyes when this is about to happen.

Well, such was the situation last night... and I was ready.  I covered up his penis with a piece of toilet paper to prevent him from peeing on himself and was prepared to do a quick diaper change.  Little did I know, Adrian pulled a red herring on me.  I very soon came to realize that I was looking at the wrong end.

(WARNING TO PARENTS-TO-BE / NEW PARENTS: Poo can come out FAST.  Faster than a speeding bullet.  It can come out without any warning.  Be prepared!)

Within a second of opening up Adrian's diaper, there was a sudden explosion of poo.

Apparently, Adrian thought that I gave him the firing squad signal -  ready-aim-fire! And fire he did...  

[ASIDE: Oh yeah, another piece of advice: Do NOT under any circumstances, EVER open your mouth while changing a baby's diaper.  Take it from Uncle Ben (see "Little Accident" on Wed. Aug.15, 2007 on Annabelle's blog) - you don't want your kid to get her first hole-in-one this early.]

Ah, but little did Adrian know, his old man would be quicker!  All that badminton training provided me with lightning quick reflexes and I was able to dodge the bullet... bullets, rather...  Unfortunately, in retrospect, I should have just taken the hits, because the poo went... everywhere: on Adrian's changing mat, on his diaper pail, on the carpet.  It was a gloriously brownish-yellow smelly mess.  And all the while, Adrian was quiet, looking on with those innocent little eyes at the wonderful chaos that he had created.

Not funny, little man.