you let your guard down for a second...

...and you get schooled.

I was changing Kenny out of his clothes to take his bath tonight when tragedy struck. I had him down to his diaper, and then I got that off too and cleaned him up. He was so cute, laying on the changing table of his pack n' play, nakedly reading a book, that I had to lean in and give him an Eskimo kiss.

While I was nuzzling nose to nose, he giggled and I thought to myself, "Awww, this is awesome. This is so why I love being a daddy."

Then I stood back up, felt something warm and wet on my pants, and looked down to see that I had been peed on. A lot.

Kenny thought this was pretty funny. I was not so amused.

It's been a long time since he's let 'er rip while on the changing table. So long that I got sloppy and paid the price. So from now on, constant vigilance. Well, that and some sort of cloth to keep Mr. K's Mr. Happy under wraps.