Sorry, Mom

My mom asked me point blank to not share this story, asking "Is nothing sacred anymore?!" but I just have to because it was so funny. Seth likes Daisy just fine, but Blake and Daisy are the best of friends. Their favorite activities include: licking, being licked, sharing food, sharing toys, chewing on each other's toys, and chasing each other. The other day Friggs and I were at the library and Kyle, in all his wisdom (sorry, babe) decided it was a good and acceptable practice to leave Scooter and Daisy alone together in the living room while he fixed something on my car (thanks, babe!). He comes in and checks on them every couple of minutes and everything's fine. The last time he goes and checks on them, he opens the door to hear intense giggling. The kind only babies are capable of when they think something is hilarious and they are laughing so hard they are out of breath. He steps into the living room to see bits of fluff scattered about. Hmmm, odd. Wonder what that is. He looks over and sees Blake crawling across the floor, the rear end of his diaper completely gone and shredded, and Daisy alternately barking with excitement, tugging on the back of his diaper, and licking his bare bottom. They were having the time of their little lives. Kyle was glad it wasn't a poopy diaper. So gross. So stinkin' funny. I arrived just in time to see the evidence: