Nappy Ever After: The Disneyland Paris Story

In our bedroom, there's a picture of us at Disneyland Paris with one of the Meet and Greet Princesses. She's holding my daughter's hand and smiling pleasantly enough...but it's one of those awkward frozen smiles where you get the sort of vibe that's not entirely positive.

It’s because she can smell a full nappy. In fact, she can’t just smell it: the odour of festering baby pebbles is so powerful that EVERYONE can smell nothing but cloying, choking, unimaginably foul turds. It’s worth pointing out that all of us - the family, the princesses and the rest of the crowd - are trapped inside a tower in sweltering heat in the middle of the summertime at Disneyland Paris.

Well, not all of us. Daddy isn’t there...which brings me to the subject of today’s blog post. I have a confession to make: it’s not good.