When one has to go, one has to go, right? One of those Sunday mornings, Papa and Mama took me to South City Plaza after church. It was indeed a strange Sunday for me because it seemed like I was really in a pooping mood.
So, during one of those infamous explosions where I really needed to be cleaned up, Papa frantically tried to find a proper area to change my diapers but found none. Even the public toilets there didn’t have any flat sinks or anything similar.
I was quickly rushed to the car park where Papa’s second baby was waiting. With the back rows flattened, Papa’s Livina had become a makeshift diaper changing table! After all the action happening there, I was cleaned up and ready to go again in no time!
Ahhh…thanks big buddy! You sure can be pretty useful when need be! :-D
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