The executive type

My parents drove up from New York on the boys' birthday to see the baby and to bring K some birthday presents. They stayed for less than a day. This weekend they got a closer look at X. My father declared that he had an executive look about him. "What do you mean?" I asked. "K had a sweet look when he was a baby, but X is the executive type." "Why, because he frowns all the time, like me?" My father just shrugged and repeated that X was the executive type.

Later, during a diaper change, X started peeing everywhere. "This is the fourth time he's done this to me!" I exclaimed, trying in vain to contain the fountain. "It took K two months to get me!" Then X started POOPING everywhere, still with his diaper off. Bright orange poop, all over his clothes, all over the changing table, all over his blanket. "See," said my father, nodding wisely. "The executive type."