Anyway....on to the death wish. She climbs ridiculously high in the tree in our backyard as if she thinks I am going to rescue her. She's almost fallen out a couple times. And she actually lets Quincy hold her which is terrifying. He will procure her by any convenient limb and hold her by that singular limb. He has sat on her and thrown her several times. And let me just clarify...while I am not an animal (I should say pet) lover I do not allow pet cruelty. I just had to put that out there for all of you who's mouths are agape that I allow such treatment. I don't. Quincy has become quite familiar with time-out due to his accersion of power with the cat.
I knew Quincy's diaper was wet.
I was preoccupied and it was almost bedtime. Meaning: inevitable diaper change.
The kids have gotten really quite methodical when it comes to getting Q off and on the tramp. Well, one of these times his diaper just gave in and fell down. But for some reason the sticky tabs were still stuck to him. Q did not even notice.
Way too busy to care about public nudity.