So . . . last night the Lumberjack was playing around with Handsome Dude.
Usually this involves the Lumberjack taking Handsome Dude by the pants and twirling him all around.
Twirling, spinning, flying . . . you know . . . the usual.
And all this fun pants twirling resulted in a torn diaper for Handsome Dude.
I pointed this out to the Lumberjack who took care of things and put Handsome Dude to bed.
And this is what I discovered this morning when I attempted to tackle Handsome Dude's morning diaper:
Yes.
Perfect.
The Lumberjack got his giant, economy sized roll of blue painter's tape and just taped the diaper.
Interruption: Can we not all agree that morning diapers are just about the worst thing in the world?
Yes.
This is, in fact, the same blue tape that he used to wrap the Christmas present.
Perhaps the blue tape should be confiscated from the Lumberjack.
What was my Lumberjack thinking?
This is the man I chose to father my children.
I can only blame myself.
I am linking up at Finer Things today.
I suppose I should just be thankful that I have a husband who loves our kids, plays with them, and yes, even changes diapers!
