It finally happened! Tom changed his first poopie diaper.

He was home sick with Dominic, having a pleasant day, when suddenly - there was a funk in the air.

Tom sent me a frantic email that I had to return home immediately.

I assured him that all would be well and that he could get through this. He put me on the speaker phone, donned some rubber gloves, and went to work.

There was a lot of gagging, crying, and simpering involved, but it wasn't coming from Dominic!

In the end (no pun intended) Dominic had a clean tushy, and Tom had tackled his kryptonite.

Let's all hear it for Tom!

HIP HIP, HOORAY!