During
the colder winter months and even into the slightly warmer spring, the aroma
that filled the car during our son’s moments of colonic expression weren’t
really that bad. When they happened we had a little time to get where we needed
to go before changing him. However, as the weather has gotten warmer and the
sweltering sun beats through the window during these late summer months, the
window of opportunity is much smaller before we begin gasping for air. There have
been more than a few occasions when a window had to be opened.
Such
is the dilemma during this season of swamp butt. While you want to get to where
we need to be as soon as possible, the smell that permeates every crevice of
the car at times prevents us from staying on the road. There have been some
interesting stops in the past couple of months from small dirt patches on the side
of the road to all kinds of parking lots. We have actually become quite adept
as spotting a clearing in the distance where we know we can stop, open the
hatch in the back, pull the stroller out, and get the job done on the all-weather
mats (something I am glad that we got for the car).
There
are even times when our son gets a look on his face that shows that even he is
a little disturbed by the smell rising up from his car seat and swirling around
in the cabin. Sometimes he can smell the swamp butt before the wave hits us. This
is particularly interesting given the fact that he is becoming more aware of
his surroundings with every passing day. Even while we have been house hunting,
there were a few moments of stink when the next stop seemed so far away despite
our appointments being so close together.
So,
for all the new parent out there I would like to leave you with a little jingle
to which we can all relate during these summer months when the sun wreaks havoc
on the senses and our eyes water as we search for the nearest place to pull
over…
Deck
the car with bowels of dookie,
Fa
la la la la la la la la.
‘Tis
the season to be stinky,
Fa
la la la la la la la la.
Don
we now our stained apparel
Troll the summer colonic carol,
Fa
la la la la la la la la.
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