Place: My bedroom. Time: 4am.

Dashiell: wah, wah, wah, I’m not hungry, I’m not cold or hot, I’m just wah, wah, wah, etc.

Neil: mumble, mumble, diaper?

Me: i didn’t hear what you said over the crying but if you just volunteered to change his diaper, go for it.

(baby and daddy disappear. three really short minutes later…)

Neil: look! i traded in that last baby for this new improved version. now with dry diaper! let’s see if this one works better.

Dashiell2: (looks at mommy) wah, wah, wah, etc.

Me: Must be a flaw at the factory.

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