When Michael was an infant, we were working closely with his bio-mom for a reunification. She was a nice girl but a baby was more like a doll to her and she would dress him in 3 or 4 outfits at every visit. Along the same lines, she planned a huge extravaganza for his first birthday, featuring Mickey Mouse. We go to the party and she has a beautiful Mickey Mouse cake (no job, no place to live for more than a week at a time) that must have cost a fortune. Karen and I gave her 40 bucks toward the cake because we knew she didn't have it to blow, but this was the way she lived. But back to the cake.......

The thing was just perfect! A great likeness of ol' Mickey and he was black where he should have been black, white where he should have been white, etc. Therein lay the "problem." Michael (and Tris) both ate a lot of cake, heavy on the icing.....evidently, the black icing. Friends, the next three days were really special! I guarantee you have never seen blacker poop in your life. The first time it hit a diaper (I think Michael was first), I like to had a cow........

"Karen!! Come here quick! I think there's something really wrong here!"

It did actually take us a minute to figure it out and we got a good laugh. Then we tried cleaning his bottom and the laughter stopped. It was not only black, but gooey, pasty, and sticky...AND....it stained the skin on their butts!!! For about three days, changing their diapers was a real treat, generally involving scrubbing their butts in the shower (this was a lot of fun too). Concurrently I noticed that my "own" was similar and required a shower every time I used the can too.

ADVICE: Do not eat black icing unless your shower is in good shape....it's even worse in a diaper than the technicolor 'Fruit Loop' doody so familiar to many parents.

Spaw