I Invented a New Game

This afternoon, after dad got home from work, we were playing one of his favorite games.  He would squeeze my cheeks and make a funny noise.  I would laugh.  Rinse.  Repeat.  Not a bad game at all.  But I thought I would spice things up a bit.  So as he pinched my cheeks again I let out a big noise from my bottom.  He and Mom laughed about how stinky I was.  I was laughing too, especially when Dad discovered that I'd burst the bonds of my diaper and overpowered the defenses of my pajamas.  He was nice enough to change me before he changed himself.  Maybe we can play my game again soon; it's called, "Explosion!"