"Mary! MMAARRRYYYYYY!"
"What?" Mary raced into the room at her husband's urgent cries.
"Sammy needs changing." John was holding the infant at arms length, turning his face. "Seriously, what do you feed babies that make their poop toxic?"
Mary laughed taking the child and laying him gently on the change table.
"What's so funny?"
"Big, tough ex-marine can't handle a dirty diaper? Really John, I thought you would be used to it after Dean." She gave John a cheeky look.
"Yeah, well...that stuff's not natural, it's possessed or something!"
She laughed again. "Possessed poop! You've got a silly Daddy Sammy!"