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Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz……zzzzzzzz


Sound asleep amidst the consistent cadence of calm breaths, amidst sunrise not missing a beat blessing bedrooms with light voluminous and luminous, is Emily accompanied by comforts of cozy blankets and crinkly bottoms, of plush pillows and pajama tops creating quite the quiet quartet.


Breathe in……..breathe out……..breathe in……..breathe out…….., measured like a metronome, is merely the only melody touting its tone, the kind caregivers can’t hear that’s still music to Mommy’s ears as it denotes sweet dreams for her daughter most dear.


Fwooooosh…


Ding…dong….ding….ding….dong….ding


Ah, but instead of Mommy’s sing-song voice, it’s another mother’s song of choice that’ll sound the day’s start for the little skunk once soundly snoozing, the kind not ringing a bell to the baby girl despite sounding like bells.


Fwoooooosh…..


Dong….ding….ding….dong….dong


Though soft like a lullaby, like the very breeze brushing the neighborhood by, it’s what opens Emily’s eyes while Mother Nature makes wind for instruments not woodwind and Emily wonders what they are while their tunes twinkle like little stars.


Fwoooooosh…..


Ding…dong….ding….dong….dong….ding


Making not troubling tempests, but rather temperate tempos, skunks upbeat are soon on their feet as, beside sunshine, what tells tots to rise and shine is the music of wind chimes.


Fwooooosh…


Ding…dong….ding….ding….dong….ding


CRINKLE!...CRINKLE!...CRINKLE!


“Hehehehe……nggh….”


Oh…but as smiles bright as the sun suddenly shift alongside shifting down below, as a certain sensation chimes in alongside the chimes, the one who does what skunks do best decides she wants to do duets now that she’s caught wind of what needs to come out.


Fwooooosh…


Ding…dong….ding….ding….dong….ding


“Mmmph…”


When whims of winds persist in playing their percussion, when what’s pulling at the strings is pressure to be pushed for the one with a diapered tush, figures it’s only fair the furry fella adds some brass, right? After all, Mother Nature’s not the only girl who can make music out of gusts and gales when Emily’s still filling up diaper pails.


FWIP!


Down to dirty the diaper she dons, her tail hiking up like a conductor’s baton, so begin’s Emily’s first movement.




Ding…dong….ding….ding….dong….ding


PFFFFFFFFFFT!


The chimes not changing their high pitch, skunks squatting low take things two octaves lower, really putting the “rump” in trumpet while her musical forte is free to flourish with a fartissimo, and nor is the trumpet all alone when this tot can also play the trombone!


“Mmmmph…”


FRRRRRRRT!!…BRAAAAAAAAP!!!


Time for chimes to go, ‘cause this mini maestro is stealing the show with her solo from below! Her BRAAAAAAAAPsody nothing but a bop, making messy matter move to the beat of…


PLOP!…PLOP!…PLOP!
PLOP!…PLOP!…PLOP!


PLOP!…PLOP!…PLOP!
PLOP!…PLOP!…PLOP!


…,this brass masterclass concludes with a crescendo and a diaper super lumpy and sagging low.


“Hehehehe! Poo poo!”


Her hands going CLAP!…CLAP!…CLAP! after bowels went BRAAAAP!…BRAAAP!…BRAAAP!, with what she just performed, why wouldn’t this toddler be tooting her horn? No doubt some are already shouting “Encore!”, and don’t you worry, there’s still more. Not all has come to fruition for this messy musician, for what she’s got isn’t just a diaper full of a skunk’s gunk.


Keep the beat going, girl! That’s a diaper full of funk!


“Hehehehehe!”


SHAKE!…SHAKE!…SHAKE!
SAG!…SAG!…SAG!


“It takes two to tango”, is how the saying goes, no? Well, now that she’s got a diaper droopy and bigger, she’s got a dance partner with just as much vigor! To the perkiest in pampers, poopy in her pants is Emily’s chance to do the Saggy Diaper Dance!


SHAKE!…SHAKE!…SHAKE!
SAG!…SAG!…SAG!


When her diaper’s where she’s done the deeds from down under
Number two puts the “number” in dance number
‘Cause those pampers full of poopies  pushed
Is why this goofy girl’s gonna shake…shake her tush!


SHAKE!…SHAKE!…SHAKE!
SAG!…SAG!…SAG!


Her loaded pants joins the dance as they sway…sway…sway
And just like that, she’s a diapered DJ
Turning dirty diapers drooping low
Into a munchkin’s morning at the disco!


“Hehehehe!”


SHAKE!…SHAKE!…SHAKE!
SAG!…SAG!…SAG!


Of course, giggly goofballs using nature’s call as their disco ball aren’t the only ones immersed in music when mother skunks making their way will face the messy music. Opening the door to Emily’s bedroom made ballroom from boom boom, quickly does Elizabeth realize her sweetie pie isn't just smelling funky, but also getting funky.


“Oh! Looks like you’re already up!” Mommy says amidst taking note of her baby’s brown notes. “Phew, and it smells like you’ve been stinking it up!”


“Hehehehe! Mommy! Mommy! Poo poo!” says her girl showing she made poopy in manners most groovy.


SHAKE!…SHAKE!…SHAKE!
SAG!…SAG!…SAG!


The one watching over her is well in view, having said her piece of “Peeyew!”, but when this fella in diapers filled still wants her fill of funky fun, her odds of being still are next to none! Who cares if she’s got a stinky bum? Emily moves to the beat of her own drum!


“Emily! You silly goose!” Elizabeth says to tots who’ve crowded their crinkly caboose.


SHAKE!…SHAKE!…SHAKE!
SAG!…SAG!…SAG!


Much as Mommy knows she should care about what’s lurking down there, at the same time she’d rather not be the one to blame for fun spoiled over her daughter’s same song and dance of a diaper soiled. Putrid as the smell of pampers not pristine, why not let Emily be the dancing queen?


“Wooooo! Go, Emily, go! Go, Emily go!” says Elizabeth with applause prompting her playful pamper packer not to put a thing on pause.


SHAKE!…SHAKE!…SHAKE!
SAG!…SAG!…SAG!


The toddler totally content to keep that title, now both mother and daughter delight in bombast unbridled, for caregivers can’t help but catch the contagious cheer of children rocking out with their rear.


“Hehehehehe!”


SHAKE!…SHAKE!…SHAKE!
SAG!…SAG!…SAG!


Oh, those lively and lovely little ones. When every day their diapers are full, a day is never dull. Adored even when they make messes most abhorred, they sure know how to strike a chord.


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