Weaponized diaper scent.

That’s what’s happening in our nursery right now.  (By the way, when does it stop being a “nursery” and just become a “bedroom?”)

I’ve talked before about the inner workings of the noble Diaper Genie, but that was back when Daphne’s poops lacked the spiciness they’ve achieved these days.  And this heady aroma of very nearly digested human/baby food combo-meals has infested the pores of the Diaper Genie, and turned it into a cylindrical abomination.

I smell of pureed squash and death.

I burned some Nag Champa up there earlier this week in an attempt to calm the stink, but it was overpowered within minutes.  And in the end it just smelled like someone pooped on a head shop.

Conventional weapons are useless against it.

So we’ve given up, and yesterday Jen replaced the old Diaper Genie with a brand new one.

The side effect of this, was that she had to take Daphne to Toys-R-Us.  And, an hour later, here they are headed for the cash register.

This is what’s known as, “Toddler Winning.” 

Now the question becomes, what to do with the old one?  I’ve no idea how to responsibly dispose of that thing…

Entomb it in Yucca Mountain, I guess.

j.s.