Need to tell a story. It's probably one of those stories that you had to be there to find funny. But I'm telling it anyway.
Were at my sisters the other day. I decided to show Noam my none existing skills on "Guitar Hero".
At the same time Noam decided that she needed a change of diapers. So my sister and my mum took care of it, while I was providing a guitar solo.
They laid out a blanket and then a towel on top. I told them to also use a plastic bag, as Noam has the habit of peeing while being changed on.
I meant, of course, for the plastic bag to be put under the towel, to save the blanket, just in case. But my dear mother and sister misunderstood and put the plastic bag on top of the towel, right under Noam's bottom.
While my sister was wiping Noam's bottom, her hand got soaked, and she thought to herself:
"Strange, those baby wipes are very wet."
Just to realize that it wasn't the baby wipes that were full of liquid. It was the plastic bag that had collected a small lake of Noam's pee.
I laughed so much that my wound, from the cesarian, hurt really bad. But it was worth every bit of pain.
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Det är inte så lätt ska du veta, att vara moster på främmande mark så där bara.
Syster, jag tycker du gör ett strålande arbete som nybliven moster! :)
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