So I went to change Vivian’s diaper this afternoon and was gripped with terror. UH-OH SHE HAS GIRL PARTS WHAT DO I DOOOOOOOOO? You know, because I have only had my own girl parts for 30 years, seven months, and some days. And THEN, as soon as I got over THAT, I had to figure out How To Put On A Disposable Diaper. It was way more complicated than I anticipated. Or less complicated. Maybe that was the problem.
BUT THEN. Then I met my match: The Diaper Genie. Folks, those things are CRAZY. I do not know how they work. I like to think that I am reasonably intelligent, perhaps even above average, but this thing was well beyond my abilities. I hope Sara was able to get it functioning again after I was through with it.
It is possible that I am Learning Disabled in the diaper-changing portion of the brain.
(P.S. After my ordeal I called Will and do you know what he told me? “Wipe front to back.” As far as I know he has never changed a girl’s diaper and yet he knows how it’s done. The diaper-changing portion of his brain is Exemplary.)