I must have the crap knack now. When I came home from work today, Vivi called for me to come upstairs and change a terrible diaper. Shannon said that the tyke had rejected all attempts to change it, telling her, "No, Daddy boop." So I changed the mess and all was well.
Until bathtime. Wearing a dirty diaper for 20 minutes while waiting for me to get home gave the little girl a horrifying case of diaper rash, so bad that she started crying when I dried her off after her bath. Gobs of Desitin were applied. I hope tomorrow breaks the poop streak.