Covered in Pudding

I gave my husband a baby covered in chocolate pudding last night. She had the cutest "Who? Me?" look on her face when her father's incredulous expression turned her way.

"You're going to hand off a baby covered in pudding? Are you serious?"

I know it sounds kind of mean, but there is nothing I enjoy more than giving Alex these types of scenarios. For instance, I love it when Captain No lays a giant turd in her diaper (yes, she still wears one because she refuses to use the potty, she prefers not to wipe her own ass) when Alex is around. There is nothing more satisfying than handing over a soiled, whiny child and watching my husband struggle to change the diaper.