Friday, March 27, 2009
My baby's been smoking . . . already.
We ran out of diapers yesterday so I picked some up at the 7-11 last night when I was filling up my car with gas. Got home and changed the diaper George had been wearing for five hours. Chuck looked around, sniffed the air, lifted up George and sniffed his bottom, and pronounced with disgust, "George smells like an ashtray." Me: "Whaat?!" In disbelief, I sniffed George, and sure enough, he smelled like he'd been smoking cigarettes. The whole pack of diapers smelled like cigarette diapers. Guess that's what you get when you buy diapers from a gas station (even if it is a nice gas station).