8 years, 8 months, 3 weeks and 1 day, that is how long I have been changing Brantley’s diapers. As a baby, he would routinely turn a diaper change into an impromptu water sports competition, spraying me with urine if I did not use a washcloth for my protection. But, it's been ages since he last showered me with that surprise.
Sure, there was that unfortunate incident when a four year old Brantley peed directly into my Frances Valentine handbag, but direct hits on me? It's been so long, it slipped my mind that it was even a possibility.
Silly me.
This morning, in my quest to get Brantley ready faster than a NASCAR pit stop, I found myself in the midst of a diaper change disaster. Without warning, he unleashed a fountain of urine, turning me into a soaked mess. The splash confirmed that the amount of urine increases drastically with age. My attempt to dodge the flowing stream was less ninja and more clumsy, leaving me drenched from head to toe.
As I swapped out my drenched clothes, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. It was just another episode in the hilarious chaos of parenting a child with developmental disabilities. Just when you think you’ve seen it all, parenthood surprises you yet again!
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