I swore that I would never do it.
Besides the commercials being completely and absolutely disturbing,
The washed denim – horrifically 80’s.
(If your pocket gets lost in a wedgie, you MIGHT be wearing Mom Diapers.)
But when Chris found out we were having a boy, he told me I had to do it at least once – I HAD to put him in Denim Diapers.
Stupid looking fake fly and all.
I sighed deeply.
I picked them up, squashing my inner Anti-Mom-Jeans screams of agony.
When I met up with Chris on the other side of the store, I announced my good deed, expecting great applause and appreciation.
“I did it. I finally did what you told me I had to. I got Denim Diapers.”
“What? I said that?”
“Yes. Don’t you remember? You told me I had to – just once.”
“Nope – I have no recollection of that. But now that you mention it…”
But at least Long Butt looks cute on you.