Bert threw in his own two cents. “Here-here,” he said. “Them learning would mean they gotta respect us. So they’re not gonna learn.” For the shortest time, I’d forgotten whose home I’d been sleeping in. Bert had just reminded me.
“It’s a step in the right direction.” I was grasping at straws, but Gibsons and Brauns were equally stubborn, it seemed.
Surprisingly, it was another Braun who came to my defense. Michelle put her finger on her nose. “Exactly! It’s a diaper commercial, but it’s just a diaper commercial. It’s a silly cartoon, but it’s just a silly cartoon. Also, I love those diapers,” she added. “Monkeez is one of the few disposables that isn’t complete crap.”
I tried to lighten the mood. “I thought crap came later…”