I didn’t know it until he was done and I tried to stand up. It was so very, very thick that I could hardly walk. As it was, I had to stand kind of like one of those big Samoan wrestlers with my feet apart and my knees bent.
When Joey was done being diapered he sat up and laughed at the way I was standing. “Daddy he looks funny.” Joey said.
Joey was wearing the same kind of diaper only a size smaller. It was totally white except for the blue stripe on the front with small pictures of Elmo and Big Bird smiling back at me.