I picked up a couple of packages of diapers that Bert had picked out. “Lil’ Monkeez,” I read. “Size one. Eight to fourteen pounds.” I looked at the other one. “Size two. Twelve to eighteen pounds. These are way too small for Ollie”
My father-in-law threw a bigger pack in. “Those aren’t for Ollie. They’re for his baby brother or sister. He showed me the label- Size 4. 22-37lbs. “These are for Ollie.”
I twerked my mouth to the side. “I’m not a doctor,” I said. “But I wanna say those other two are a little big for a newborn.”
“We’ve got plenty of newborn diapers already,” Bert grunted. “They grow out of those real quick.”
I nodded. “Fair.”
Bert went over to the disposable training pants. “You’re still a teacher, aren’t ya?”
“Yeah.”
“Preschoolers?”
“Yeah.”
“Potty training?”
I laughed. “Potty training is like forty-five percent of my job some days.”