Husband: Alright, stop looking at me like that with that little mischievous smile of yours. I know exactly what you're about to do in the back of your diaper.
Wife: Oh yeah?! And what exactly do you think I'm thinking?
Husband: OK, fine, have it your way! So, you pushing in your diaper, and it filling up everywhere with... let's call it your "chocolate."
Wife: Wow, that's so well described that I'm not going to disappoint you! MMMMmmmmmmmh... mmmmmh...
Husband: No, no, no! That's not what I wanted!
Wife: Tooooo laaaaate, my diaper is full. (she giggles) Want to pack it all down for me with your hand?
Husband: Uh, no thanks, but I know someone who's about to get her diaper changed in the supermarket parking lot.
Wife: You're no fun, but I'm going to sit right on the floor and rub my butt all around. That way, I'll get it everywhere. I have a feeling my legs will be up in the air for a very long time, since you're the one cleaning my butt.
