The kid had been changed between shots, and now was wearing a fresh, snug diaper with tiny cartoon monkees on the landing zone.
“And it’s a touchdown!” Of course, the baby could manage spiking the ball. “What a happy day for Monkeez fans!”
Michelle pointed to the television. “See? Perfectly safe and appropriate. An entire diaper commercial and not a single Little wearing one.”
“Not an adult Little, at least.” Cassie said. “Those could have all been Little children, but it’s hard to tell without scale.”
I looked to my wife. “Isn’t that a good thing?” I asked. “This way it could be marketed to any parent, but it’s also using real babies. Positive examples. Better than a bunch of us up there.”
My wife crossed her arms. “As if Amazons can tell the difference…”
“They can learn.”
“They don’t want to learn, Clark.” Cassie was on edge.