Besgusting!
A compilation of beastly and disgusting.
Seven-year-old Jimmy watched as his mother change his baby brother’s unusually messy diaper.
“That’s besgusting! How can you do that?”
“What makes you think your diapers weren’t as besgusting as your brothers?”
“No way! No one can have poopy diapers as bad as Alex does.”
“Well, besgusting or not, someone has to change his diaper. Do you want to do it?”
“No way, gross, I’m never going to change anyone’s diaper—ever!”
Fast forward twenty years and Jimmy’s mom stops by the visit him and her new grandson. Little Peter wakes up crying. His way of announcing to the world that he’s hungry and needs a diaper change. Jimmy scoops up his son and sets him on the changing table.
“That’s one besgusting smell! I remember you telling me you would change no one’s diaper—ever!”
“Yes, I remember that conversation, Mom. I still think it’s a besgusting job, but hey, he’s my son. It seems the job goes with the title, Dad.”
“This job, and so many more, but you will find out soon enough.”
She watched her son and grandson as a tear welled up in one eye.
“Love you, Jimmy!”
“Love you too, Mom.”
About the Creator
Mark Gagnon
I have spent most of my life traveling the US and abroad. Now it's time to create what I hope are interesting fictional stories.
I have 2 books on Amazon, Mitigating Circumstances and Short Stories for Open Minds.
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I love this Mark! It's heart warming besgusting all in one breath!! Great work!!
Aww. That is so sweet, minus the shitty diaper of course.
Besgusting little shits. Lol. This is one of the reasons why I hate babies and kids and have no interest in having them! Loved your story!
Such a sweet story
I love this story! It's such a sweet and relatable moment between a mother and son. It's also a great reminder that even though parenting can be challenging, it's also incredibly rewarding.
Almost Tolkienesque...