Defining "quish it".

Man do I wish I had a recorder for this one... Ok, I (Justin) am with Isaac and Olivia by myself today and just before leaving the library about 10min from the house, Isaac obviously has a dirty diaper. Just to make sure, I ask him and I get the confirmation.

As we approach the car to leave, "Isaac, Daddy will change your diaper when we get home. We'll be there real soon, ok."
"But I have a poooopoooooo," in a semi-whiny voice as he reluctantly climbs into the car, "I want to change it right theerrrrre," pointing to the front seat.
"I know, but we're real close to home and I'll change it right when we get in the door."
"But I'll quish it," as I'm assisting him in getting into his seat.
"It will be ok. We'll be home really soon," as he's sitting.
"Ohhh, I quished it," he reports in a disappointed and somewhat whiny voice.
I'm holding back some hard laughter at this point.
So we're on our way home and after about 3min of silence, Isaac repeats, "I quished it, Daaaaaad."

So we made it home and got the quished mess cleaned up. I was pretty pleased however, after hitting WMart, Hobby Lobby, and the Library; that was my only diaper/bathroom 'duty'-request from either of them. I was also reminded about making diaper access easy when dressing your kids. I'll avoid a onsie, coveralls, and a sweatshirt next time. That can make diaper changing a real chore....unless you discover the buttons up the legs of the coveralls BEFORE you're done! Sheesh.