My husband just came downstairs after changing the baby’s diaper.
“You are not going to believe what is in this dipe,” he said, thrusting it at me.
My mind raced with possibilities, none of them particularly palatable, and I shrunk away from my husband’s offering.
He opened it up and presented it to me ceremoniously, a wide grin on his face.
A quarter! In my daughter’s diaper*. I mean, she is only 4 months old! Four months and she’s crapping out quarters! Incredible! At this rate, by the time she’s one she’ll be a virtual rectal ATM!
It’s about time we started getting back some of the money we’ve invested in these hooligans.
We couldn’t be more pleased.
*editorial note: This quarter did not really come out of my daughter’s butt. We have no idea how it got there.