Ode to Poopy Towel

When mad wailing is the flavor of the day, every day, any place or object that offers a brief respite from the tears is a welcome relief. For Otter, that magical place is her changing pad. No matter what sadness has befallen her, Otter will giggle, coo, smile and play. As her father recently pointed out, "My girl is only happy when she's on her back."

The nature of this love is a mystery to us. Perhaps its the knowledge that this is the place she comes to be cleaned and dried. Perchance it's the smell of something familiar. Whatever it may be, we don't question it (or spend to much time thinking about its implications for the future). Why look a gift horse in the mouth?

So with no further ado, here is our Ode to Poopy Towel...

Sung to the melody of "Young At Heart"

Fairy tales do come true,
It can happen to you,
On Poopy Towel...

When you're cranky and blue,
Life is better for you,
On Poopy Towel...

When you're flailing and sad,
And you're mad at your dad,
When you pout and you stare,
And your life isn't fair,

Whatever befalls us,
You can find solace,
When you spend some time on Poopy Towel.

When you're dirty and wet,
Then it's time that you get,
On Poopy Towel...

You can have lots of fun,
While the changing is done,
On Poopy Towel...

You can talk, you can laugh,
For an hour and a half,
You can gurgle and coo,
While we clean up your poo,

Whatever the season,
You'll find a reason,
Just to spend some time on Poopy Towel.

When the time comes for bed,
You would much rather head,
To Poopy Towel...

Though I rock, and I sway,
You prefer to just play,
On Poopy Towel...

You will cry, you will weep,
You will not go to sleep,
You will drive your mom mad,
And spit up on your dad,

If you could write a letter,
You'd say life would be better,
You you could just stay on Poopy Towel.