Just a little Diddy

My husband has been reading Everyone Communicates Few Connect byJohn C. Maxwell. The other night he read the following to me:

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When I was a kid growing up, fathers generally didn't share parenting duties the way most do today. Men and women often lived in different worlds. Back in those days of cloth diapers, a man whose obsession was baseball was out for dinner with his wife when their baby started to cry. The lady had spent the entire day taking care of the child, and she was exhausted. So she asked her husband to change his son's diaper.

"I don't know how to change a baby," said the husband, trying to get out of the job.

"Look, buster," she said, giving him a withering look, "you lay the diaper out like a diamond. You put second base on home plate. Put the baby's bottom on the pitcher's mound, hook up first and third, and slide home underneath. And if it starts to rain, the game ain't called - you start all over again."
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I thought this was pretty funny and thought I would share it with my readers. We are lucky to have such wonderful, easy to use diapers that even Dad can help with. I am thankful for a husband who is willing to change a diaper (even a stinky one), and who is supportive on our cloth diapering journey.