Dear, sweet, little Taterbug loves to help me with Gun-Gun, especially when she can tell that Gun-Gun's worn out his welcome with Mommazilla. Today was no exception, as I was trying to prepare a somewhat healthy dinner all the while entertaining Gun-Gun who wanted to "Squeeeeeze!" Mommazilla's legs. Judging from the higher octaves in my voice, Taterbug offered to supply Gun-Gun with an endless supply of "horseyback rides" in exchange that I'd remember her kindness when it came time for allowance handouts.

As I skinned the fresh caught squirrel and possum (gotcha for a second, didn't I?!), Taterbug went round and round our kitchen and living room. Gun-Gun was squealing in delight and C-dub and his little buddy, J-dub, were cracking up at their antics. However, the squealing soon changed into screams from Taterbug as she proclaimed that Gun-Gun had peed on her. She promptly dropped him on his little padded diaper butt and began reaching around towards her back, feeling for the wet spot.

C-dub, watching the show, explained to Taterbug, "That's not pee, Sissy. He pooped on you! That's so disgustin'!" And the laughter ensued from both he and J-dub. Taterbug had a look of panic and quickly looked at me so that I could dispel C-dub's proclamation that the wetness was caused by natural brewed fudge sauce. As she turned around, I saw the clear sign that Gun-Gun was part leprechaun as she had a smear of green across her freshly cleaned Cheetah Girls shirt.

I couldn't help myself and I started to crack-up. This caused C-dub and J-dub to laugh even harder and then Gun-Gun started to giggle, all the while pulling at his droopy butt and complaining that he had "pooh-farted." In her game of "horseyback riding" she had inadvertently bounced the remnants of a nasty diaper, all the way down little Gun-Gun's legs and in turn, all over her back. It was quite the moment of chaos.

When the dust finally settled, I was able to get Taterbug into a clean shirt and Gun-Gun once again had a clean hiney. The boys were lectured about making Taterbug feel bad and I also verbally reprimanded myself (just for looks since Taterbug was watching) for laughing – although it was pretty damn funny. I guess if it was my favorite Cheetah Girls shirt, I’d probably feel a tad bit different.