Caught Under A Gagging Order

(I’m at my sister’s house helping her out with some cleaning when she asks me to change her son’s nappy. He’s four-years old with multiple disabilities requiring 24-hour care, but is a happy little guy. As I start to take his jeans off I’m hit with the smell and see that he has leaked a bit. I start to gag, as my sister is walking into the kitchen she hears me dry retching.)

Sister: “Oh no, [Son] did you make Aunty [My Name] gag?”

(He’s laughing & clapping his hands.)

Sister: “Good on ya, son. He made daddy throw up yesterday. I’m so proud!”