These days, little Yuri had one special talent—
Pooping.
A lot.
And not just once.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Mom barely had time to sit down before Yuri would make that familiar little face—the serious look, the tiny push, the suspicious silence.
Mom would look over and sigh.
“Oh no… again?”
Yes.
Again.
Little Yuri sat there looking completely innocent, as if nothing had happened, while Mom already knew another cleaning mission was about to begin.
The diaper was full.
Very full.
And somehow, it happened many times a day.
Morning?
Poop.
After milk?
Poop.
Right after Mom just cleaned her?
Also poop.
It was like Yuri had made it her full-time job.
Mom carefully lifted her, heading for another diaper change. “Yuri, how can someone so tiny make so much mess?” she asked with a tired smile.
Yuri just blinked.
No shame.
No apology.
Only peace.
Until cleaning started.
Then—
“AHHH!”
She cried dramatically, kicking her little legs and protesting like Mom was being terribly unfair. She hated staying still. She hated wipe time. And she definitely hated having her tiny butt cleaned again.
But Mom had no choice.
Soft wipes.
Gentle hands.
Patience.
Lots of patience.
“Stay still, little miss,” Mom whispered, trying not to laugh.
Yuri twisted, fussed, and complained the whole time like she was the victim of the greatest injustice in baby history.
Finally—done.
Fresh.
Clean.
Safe.
Mom sighed with relief.
For about three minutes.
Because with Yuri, peace never lasted long.
Soon enough, that suspicious little face would return.
And Mom would know—
Another round was coming.
Because sometimes motherhood isn’t glamorous…
Sometimes, it’s just love, wipes, and a very busy baby with excellent timing.
