Lunchtime's disastrous aftermath (Rd 79 Amazing 55 Word Story contest entry)
Barry was incredulous. Slop, again! He had made his displeasure known subtly last time (no point burning bridges just yet); time to crank it up a notch.
"Honey, how can a diaper look like that after just applesauce?"
"I don't know, but I can't breastfeed Barry forever. I need at least five more wipes."