A DGM

This summer, I enjoyed watching a father and his much-loved little daughter, at my local beach. She was about two years old, and would sometimes wear a diaper, and sometimes nothing.
I watched as she peed in her diaper -she had a lot of pee in her because the diaper overflowed, and that fascinating liquid started to trickle down her little legs. Her father smiled, picked her up, and kissed her, and then took her to change the very wet diaper.
I love life! (most of the time; right now, I'm all out of dark, murky thoughts))