I'm going to sit and let you ponder the title of this post for a minute. What kinds of images are coming to mind, I wonder? What could these two things possibly have in common? What strange thing am I about to be exposed to?
Well, I was talking to CC today, and he told me that his wife found a neat little invention called the "Pee-pee Teepee," which is a little cloth cone that you can place over a boy's wee-wee while you're changing him, so that he doesn't...well...wee-wee on you. This might just be the answer I have been looking for to deal with part of my diaper-changing woes. Hazmat suit and "Pee-pee Teepees," and I'll be all set. Not likely, but a man can dream, right?
Honestly though, I feel like this is cheating. I mean if you're not getting shot in the eye, then I feel like you're not doing it right. It's like a right of passage. It's part of the process. Besides, I can still imagine my baby boy holding it until the very moment that I remove that cone and then "bam!" right in the face.

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