Exorcism

I have exorcised the diaper! This onesie is clear! There are no evil spirits in this onesie, it is whitish and pure. It is no longer afflicted by pee or poop. Sure it has seen its share of spit, of milk, of oatmeal, of egg; but it has not quit. It has been through the battlefield and come out on the other side. This onesie is not done! It is ready for more. There is a new diaper and a new dawn on the horizon. So be gone foul popcorn! Flee oh used moo juice! You cannot have this one. It is set aside and wanted. The one that wears it rejects you, even as he snuggles into your inviting arms again. But in the end, detergent and bleach will prevail, and we shall claim this onesie back as many times as it takes!