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Just call me MacGyver

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It's 4:30pm. I'm down to the last diaper, and my son is wearing it. My husband will be home in an hour. "Oh, it's no big deal," I say to myself, "I'll text him and ask him stop by the store on the way home and pick up more."

Guess what happens next?

Yep. Bingo. I know there's a universal law about kids in clean diapers.

One day my son will thank me for not snapping a photo of him wearing a dish towel, safety-pinned around his chunky-monkey bum. He may not appreciate me writing a blog post about it, but at least I didn't pull out my camera. So, technically, there's no proof. I could be making up this whole story.

But I'm not. And it was so darn funny. If I could only figure out how to be that resourceful with my time. I'd be a superhero.


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