When I was little, I had a bad habit of removing my diapers
and running around naked. Nobody is
exactly sure how I managed to get out of my diapers, but it could have had
something to do with my beer belly and skinny legs. Either way, my parents would come around the
corner and find an empty diaper laying on the floor and groan. “Red alert!
We’ve got a runner…naked baby on the loose!” And then the chase would begin.
My wife is concerned that these are the kinds of genes that
I’ll be passing on to the baby. Forget
all of the other great qualities I have.
Nope, she’s concerned about the baby becoming a diaper escape artist
like his father before him. Honestly,
when we don’t have guests staying with us, I can still often be found running around
the house naked. Some people were not
made for clothes!
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