Like many other women, I could not understand why every man who changed a diaper has felt impelled, in recent years, to write a book about it.
Like many other women, I could not understand why every man who changed a diaper has felt impelled, in recent years, to write a book about it.
Check the diaper if it's wet you get relief from casual water.
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.
Changing a diaper is a lot like getting a present from your grandmother - you're not sure what you've got but you're pretty sure you're not going to like it.
In the evening after they've had their supper and it's play time, they like to take their clothes off. They like to be down to their diaper. And they're wild men. They're crazy. They crawl around and chase each other. Then they'll stop and look at each other and they'll just laugh. Just giggle. It's so much fun to sit back and watch them.
The men who still have the largest share of the power in society don't do any domestic work. The very people who are making our most important decisions should know how to cook, know how to grow a garden, diaper a baby, and raise young people. They should not only know these things but practice them.
Everything TSA does is reactionary - first they ban the box cutters, then of course you have to take your shoes off, then you have to take the liquids out, now we have to be patted down in our private areas because of the diaper bomber.
I once knew a chap who had a system of just hanging the baby on the clothes line to dry and he was greatly admired by his fellow citizens for having discovered a wonderful innovation on changing a diaper.
Diaper backward spells repaid. Think about it.
When I go home, I play with my baby dolls and strollers and diaper bags, and play with my sisters.
He took off his diaper himself and we told him to put it in the trash. And he did, he picked it up and put it in the trash, and that was the first time he ever did that, so we were celebrating, jumping up and down.
Laughter is like changing a baby's diaper. It doesn't permanently solve any problems, but it makes things more acceptable for a while.
Why do otherwise sane, competent, strong men, men who can wrestle bears or raid corporations, shrink away in horror at the thought of washing a dish or changing a diaper?
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories