A familiar smell enveloped the air. A little fear sank in as I acknowledged Jaycelle’s facial expression that Bryce might have pooped. And this was right in the middle of flight which had the longest time I waited for the “buckle up” light to turn off. Little fear was how I would describe the feeling because of the cramped C.R. an ATR plane has and how I am the default janitor of diaper mess.
As soon as we were allowed to unbuckle, we zoomed pass to the back just like how we do in wedding buffets. Aggressively enough, we were first to lock ourselves in. To my horror, Bryce’s poop was like melted chocolate that was smushed in his shorts and right leg.
In a routine errand day, we went to Megamall to get Jaycelle’s custom-made rubber stamp and of course, Bryce’s visit to the toy store.
The plan was for Jaycelle and Bryce to head there first and after work, I would follow. It was a walking distance of only 2 km. from the office to the mall.
There at Toy Kingdom, I met with Jaycelle and Bryce. As usual, Bryce had his wide-eyed expression with all the different toy sections inside the store. At his age of three and a half, he was still satisfied playing with the toys in their unopened packaging. Most of the time we would leave toy stores empty-handed—but not today.
We bought the cheapest X-Shot toy gun because of all the tissue cores lying around the house. Apart from serving as blank canvases for Bryce’s artworks, we thought of stacking and “bunging” (read: hitting) them with foam bullets.