Diabolical Spaghetti

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 As Logged By:

 Agent West

 

I could wear it in my hair

Or stuff it in Daddy's underwear.

Let's plop a glob on the floor

 And add another and some more!

 

 Mommy's screaming as she's slipping.

Daddy's running is mostly tripping. 

Who will fall on the floor first?

Uh oh, now my diaper's burst! 


It's spaghetti day!
 
I love spaghetti.  I do, I do, I do.  It's squishy and sticky.  Perfect for this diabolical dude.
 
"Make sure you actually eat some this time," Mommy says with a pointed look.
 
Don't worry, Mommy.  I always make sure I eat some of your spaghetti.  It's so creamy and rich, just perfect to pinch.
 
I squeeze some between my fingers, but Mommy is watching.  Down the hatch!  I happily chew and gulp it down.
 
Mommy gives a satisfied smile and turns around.
 
Perfect timing, Mommy.
 
I was feeling ready for a change in hair styles.  Another big, big, big, big pinch.  More like a handful and...
 
SQUISHY SMACK!
 
"West!"  Mommy squeals after turning around.   

What?  I thought the spaghetti matched my already red hair.
 
A squiggly string slides off my head and splats on the floor.  Followed by a few more.
 
"Ugh," Mommy groans, thinking that she knows what's coming.
 
No, Mommy.  Actually I don't plan to throw any more onto the floor.  Daddy is going to do that for me.
 
"I see someone is hungry," Daddy kids as he comes into the kitchen, completely unaware that I have a huge glob of spaghetti in hand.  

YANK and STUFF!
 
"West!"  Daddy screeches and does a crazy dance.  "Help!  He got some in my pants.  AH!  It's going down my underwear!"
 
Daddy grabs what he can, throwing it onto the floor without a care.
 
"You're making a mess!"  Mommy yells.
 
"I'm getting spaghetti out of my pants!"
 
PLOP, PLOP, SPLAT!
 
So much spaghetti on the floor.
 
"Here, I'm coming to help!"  Mommy calls, but slips with each step.
 
"I'll catch you," Daddy tries to get by Mommy's side, but he's tripping more than she's slipping.  
 
Feet fly to the side, feet fly into the air.  
 
"AH!"  They both yell and land on the floor with a squishy, squiggly thump.
 
Haha!  Hehe!  Hawhaw!  Hey!
 
PPPPHHHHHFFFFFTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTTT!
 
"Did you just do what I think you just did?"  Mommy groans and looks to my diaper to confirm.
 
Yes, Mommy, I did.
 
I might have laughed a little too hard.
 
 
 
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