Some People's Kid

Man, I admire women who run after kids for a living. I was nackerred (British word meaning very very very very tired) after school today. And that was only after half a day of running around 3 kids trying to get them to work. But things took a turn for the bizarre. Klazina decided to bake a cake for Gerrit's birthday, which is tomorrow. Well, while she was baking away, Matthias (almost a year) decided he would open a can of shoe polish and smear himself with it. Apparently shoe polish is oil based because trying to wash it off with water was a completely useless endeavor. So after brainstorming the items that might help we decided that our best bet would be some kind of kerosene or something. Well, the only thing we could find was gas so we used that to wash the poor kid's legs and arms. The only problem was, when the kid tried to crawl he couldn't crawl in a straight line and was bumping into chairs and tables and stuff. So we decided that the best thing to do was give him a good bath. So I took him upstairs and started taking his clothes off only to find that his diaper was quite soiled and *clears throat* fecal matter was in abundance. Thankfully Francis, the house girl, came to my rescue and changed and bathed the child. Quite an adventure I tell you.