Caveat: never feed a diaper-wearing child curry-spiced food.
My wife and I did so to her godchild. The next day, I was the one who got to change his diaper. (I’m sure exposure to the fume is what is causing my hair loss.)
When my wife came home, she could smell the diaper from 50 ft down our apartment hallway.
(Father of a four-year-old son and a two-month-old daughter chiming in)
Fun?..nah.
But, hey, it’s just poo. Probably son’t get any on ya, but wash yer hands anyway.
It’s not like someone’s sprinkling it on your salad, ya know.
I wouldn’t call it fun either, but getting everthing all sweet and tidy and into a fresh diaper is quite satisfying.
For about half an hour.
Well, maybe she meant it in a “it’s more fun than a sharp poke in the eye” kind of way. I would rather clean up a poopy diaper than vomit.
Three kids here-- I agree with the “your own is no biggie, but other kid’s diapers–yuck” school.
I’m a nurse–poop is poop. Get over it, clean it up, wash your hands and move on!
But I wouldn’t describe any of it as “fun”.
Fun, no. This woman is in desperate need of a night out.
It’s nice to know that everything inside is working correctly, though, especially with the peeing. Lots of wet diapers is a good thing.
And it’s true that other people’s kids smell worse than yours. I never gagged changing my daughter, but at church I changed kids who would have me about to dash for the bathroom. Bad parents, I guess 
Yeah, you keep saying that.
True, it’s not as bad as formula or soild food, but there is a definite stench there.
What I “love” is my wife gives Fang refried beans. The boy thinks they’re only second to chocolate. Refried Bean poo is THE WORST.
Maybe she’s actually convinced herself that it is fun… I mean, she’s got to do it, and it is quite unpleasant, so maybe she just kept telling herself “okay, I’ll get used to this. This is my child after all, and as his mother, I lovingly take care of him. You know, maybe this isn’t so bad. Heck, maybe this is fun. Yes. Yes, it’s fun. I can handle fun. Fun is good. Changing baby is fun.”
Fun is better than “stinky nasty thing I must do until Juniour can wipe his own bottom”, right?
I’m not saying she’s sane, necessarily, but I could see how she might have got there. 
Mother Nature is pretty kind. She lets you in slowly; first the baby has poops that almost smell nice, and only spits up milk. It gets worse over time, but by then you’re used to it, and after a while you can clean up eye-watering nuclear diapers and vomit-covered sheets without blinking twice. My husband likes to brag that he knew he was a Real Father when, at church, he realized that DangerGirl (age 1) was about to throw up–and rather than let it fall on the carpet, he caught it in his hands.
But yes, other kids’ poo smells much worse than your own. I dunno why, maybe a family shares intestinal bacteria or something, but even the worst biological weaponry of your own kid isn’t as awful as the ammoniac eye-bleeders other children produce. My friends and I have discussed it while changing diapers, and we all agreed that the other kid really reeks.
(to the tune of That’s where my money goes)
I know a baby girl
She rocks my baby world
She can poop anything from (insert food) on down
Someday she will grow up
And she’ll wipe her own butt
That’s why I love my baby girl!