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March 22, 2010


We don't want to think about what's in this tank.

(Thanks to Peter Metrinko)


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I would hate to be the one that had to change that diaper.

We're gonna need a bigger wipey.

As my current wife and I are fond of saying when the little one has been especially generous, "We got our money's worth out of THAT diaper."

Five thousand years from now, when archeologists excavate our landfills, they will have to conclude that based on the lengths we went to preserve the stuff, early 21st century society worshipped baby poop. First it goes into a plastic diaper. Then the diapers go into a poo-poo sausage maker, a/k/a "Diaper Genie", and then THAT goes into another plastic bag before going to the landfill. The corn and small legos should still be recognizable.

(Kidding about the legos.)

When our oldest daughter was in diapers, we graded how bad the situation was by how many washcloths it took to clean it up. My personal best was a 5-washcloth job. I'm sure she felt just loads better.
She was wearing a disposable diaper but stuff (note the prudish spelling) flew in three directions.
I hope they've made containment advances in 30 years.
I also hope that she doesn't read this comment because she'll know who I am.

My older kids are now mid-teens. In their day, only Pampers seemed to work well.

Now it seems like other brands have figured out the engineering.

When my daughter was about 2 years old we were at the grocery store and she told me, "Don't forget my Huggies." I figured if she could remind me to buy diapers she could remember to go to the potty. It was the last pack of diapers I bought.

Steve, your daughter doesn't know who you are?

doing the mess is called twitter bug

Looks like Pooh is in that tank.

Good one, Clank.

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