Previously my friends had talked about their diaper changing experiences with little baby boys, and an occasional surprise fountain. When it happened with me the first few times, it left me really scared - the unexpected geyser that could erupt at any time, and shoot like a projectile to far away dry, pristine areas.
But after gaining a wealth of first hand experience with fountains of baby-hood, me not scared anymore (scarred maybe, but not scared!). I've had myself a fountain on my hands on the bed (the fountain landed on the pillow a few inches away from Papa's face) , on the changing pad, in the washbasin (where I've tried to move the little Bobby boy's bottom so the fountain ends up nicely inside the basin!), and numerous times in the bathtub at bath time. In fact, now I almost miss these bathtime fountains.. when it happens I call out to little miss Haana and we cheer and giggle. When they don't happen I wonder when it might hit me again!
Hilarious !
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