Last night we smelled a certain aroma wafting from the nether regions of the Toddler Girl. I was holding The Middle Girl in my lap and doing something on the computer, so it was left up to my spouse to do the diaper change.

The Middle Girl looked up at me and said, "When I have babies, I'm going to change a lot of poo-poo diapers, but sometimes I'm going to be working on the computer and Pompin (the name given almost a year ago to her future husband) will have to change the diapers then."

Yup. That seems to be how it works.