Mr & Mrs Forest had put the kids to bed after a long night of frolicking around with their 1 year old son, Rory. They made sure to ware him out profusely so they could enjoy an intimate night together as planned long in advance.

Once his head had sank into the cosy toddler bed the couple rushed around to ensure everything in the house was done; pots were washed, the floor was swept & mopped, carpet & rug hoovered, everything was taken care of. The bath was boiled soothingly, delicate role petals scattered on the mellow water leading to their silky bed sheets. The couple excitably le-

‘Creak’

Their bedroom door opened. It was Rory, appearing sleepy and distressed.

“What’s up baby?” His mum called.

What followed was the most profoundly confident nonsense that had ever been uttered by a person.

Rory answer, much to his parents confusion.

“Say again?” His dad asked, endeared in his sons statement.

Rory repeated his word.

“Are you hungry? Are you poorly?” His mothered questioned. Her ponders were answered by Rory shaking his head in dismissal. She was naturally concerned, as any mother would be. However Mrs Forest made sure not to show this to Rory with her behaviour.

Dad moved cautiously to his weary son for a closer examination.

“Are you tired?”

Again, Rory repeated the same inaudible nonsense as before. It was like seeing a chimp try to communicate with two rodents.

“Well Christ I don’t know…” Mr Forest uttered under his breath.

“Well we need to keep thinking. He clearly wants SOMETHING.”

Mrs Forest reached for her darling child when a vile stench raided her nostrils. It as if an amalgamation of corpses, faeces & rotten food had ruthlessly infested her nasal canals.

“Christ, Michael. You were right next to him how if you not smell his nappy?!” Mrs Forest interrogated. Enraged with firm blame and a sharp, content relief.

Mr Forest ignored his wife & instead asked his son one final question:

“Have you done a poopoo Rory?”

Rorys face lit with excitement & alleviation - it was as if he was in expectance of a celebration. Perhaps he was. Rory welcomed their understanding with a cheery nod in both their directions.

He had indeed done a poopoo in his nappy.

The End.