Diaper Cartoon Novels & Stories

There is a curl to his lip that has me suppressing a grin because I know what comes next. The rip-roaring tooter he’s been working on explodes through the quiet. As the too handsome Dad’s face goes red, and his head knocks back, I let out a deep belly laugh I couldn’t hold in if I wanted. I still go on feeding Mister Man as if the series of other squirting farts accompanied by his bouncing, filling the visible diaper in his pant line, aren’t happening. Well, as much as I can through the increasing laughs, that are bringing tears to my eyes. As much for the relief in the little one’s face as the mortification on Dad’s.

When I turned to check on Kael, I almost choked up a laugh. The baby was clean. That part, I’d give him. But the diaper? It was upside down. I stared. Kael, completely unaware of his mistake, was securing the last tab with a satisfied nod. “Done,” he announced, proud. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Kael.” “What?” “The diaper.” “What about it?” “It’s upside down.” Kael looked down at the baby boy, who, blesses his heart, was happily kicking his feet in his poorly fitted diaper. Kael’s brows are knitted together. “No, it’s not.”

the man asked, steadying her by the elbow. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. Sharp jawline, neatly trimmed beard, short hair swept to the side like he actually took time with it. His button-up shirt was tucked in, sleeves rolled up. Looked like he belonged in a coffee commercial or a teacher recruitment ad. Definitely not a parent. Ava blinked. “I...I think so. That was a banana peel?” They both looked down. Yep. Banana peel. Real-life cartoon.

he says, before laying her down and starting to process of changing her again. “I can do that,” I say, still trying not to laugh. He turns and leans over quickly, pecking my lips with his. “Just get me a new diaper,” he says. I get the diaper and hand it to him. Yeah, it’s very sexy to watch a man taking such good care of your pup. Once she’s changed again and we’ve disposed of the stinky diaper, I tell Dante about my call with the Lunas. “That sounds … awful,” he says.

"For the most part, diapers are all the same until they're mobile. How much does he weigh?" She digs around in her purse. "I have the hospital discharge papers right here!" She pulls them out and reads through them. "Okay. It says he's eleven pounds, thirteen ounces." "I would get size two. He's still a little small for them, but my sister always says she'd rather have them in diapers too big than have a stack they grew out of. Says it's like staring at a pile of money she's not allowed to spend." "Okay. Do you mind if I put my stuff in your cart?" she asks sheepishly. "I promise I'm not asking you to pay for my stuff. I was trying so hard to figure out this formula thing, I forgot to get on

Mom is screaming in pain as Dad is telling her to push. “Remind me why I want to have kids again?” I ask, which gains chuckles from everyone around me. “Because Death says we have to. At least we guys get to enjoy the fun part and not have to deal with the pain of delivering the baby.” Kai replies, and I slap him upside the head. “I’m so making sure you have to change a blowout diaper,” I tell him with a grin. “What’s a blowout diaper?” Kai asks, horrified. “It’s where the baby’s poop explodes out of its diaper. It’s messy and stinky. You usually have to clean the baby in the bath.” I inform him as I watch Kai’s face twist in disgust.

They were captioned with ‘Sleep While The Monster’s Asleep’ which had us all chuckling. There was a picture of Dad with puke all over his dress shirt. It was captioned ‘Don’t Forget the Burp Rag.’ That was a good note for Ezra and us. There was another picture of Dad changing me with something all over his face. I assumed it was my piss. Oh, that was priceless. It was captioned with ‘Don’t Think You’re Faster Than The Pup.’ “When you change a boy’s diaper, you need to lay something like a wipe over his crotch, or you’ll figure out how nasty their piss tastes,” Dad explained, glaring at me. I just shrugged because it was a learning experience.

Got ’em! Carys: Thank you. Deacon: Anything else while I’m here? I needed some tampons and deodorant, but I wouldn’t dare send him for those. Carys: No. Thanks. That’s it. A few seconds later, another text came in. Deacon: What’s a peepee teepee? Lord. He needs to get out of the baby aisle. Cracking up, I typed. Carys: It’s a tent for your wee-wee.

Jack walked up to his desk and immediately turned on his computer. After entering his password and fingerprint, the computer did not start up as usual, but instead went black. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to shut down and restart the computer, several animated characters suddenly appeared on the screen. Richard sometimes watched cartoons, and Jack had seen them occasionally when he visited his old home. He recognized the characters as Peppa Pig and her family.

He laid him down and unwrapped the diaper, only to be greeted by a little surprise that left him momentarily frozen. “Whoa! Okay, that’s not what I expected,” he laughed nervously, quickly grabbing a fresh diaper. He had to remind himself to breathe as he navigated the process, trying to keep Gaudium entertained with silly faces and sounds. He giggled, and for a moment, Dario felt like a pro. But the moment was fleeting.