It was a nightly routine.
A packed pocket diaper with as many flats and inserts as it could possible hold. The 15 hours straight my toddler likes sleeping being both a blessing and a curse. Then, tug, tug, tug…must…get…snapped…tightly…
The rip heard round the world. Or rather, at least in our house. You can only keep snapping a pocket diaper on the tightest settings for so many years before it just says enough is enough. He isn’t fully retired yet though. He does consulting work from time to time.