The Stories of our Lives

Stranger woman at the reno store – Look at that baby! He’s a curious one, ain’t he? His eyes are round as balls.
E – Oh, it’s a baby girl – see the pink pacifier? (YOU, however, look like a guy.)

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Annoying: Heard Unison on the radio 2 days ago – yeah, I listen to the soft rock station – and it’s still stuck in my head, even after running the complete Baby Lilly CD twice.

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It’s a good thing that I grew up around construction fields and construction workers, so I’m very understanding about the healthy noise of a construction zone. Otherwise I would really be cursing about all the (accursed damned baby-waking noisy) construction on our new development street.

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Yes, we bought the biodegradable diapers. We had all the best intentions in the world, we were even ready to start accepting their higher cost. Everyone needs to put an effort in, after all. So we wrapped our toddler in this weird coloured giant diaper, telling ourselves it was probably a good quality product, after all, in regards to the price. Go go green! and all that.

A few hours later:
E – What’s smelling? Do you smell this?
F – Yes. I dunno… (Moves around, sniffs.) It’s Xavier.
E – Xavier?
F – His diaper!
E – Eaarrgh. That’s such a weird odour.
F – It’s foul.
E – Poo?
F – No, it’s just his biodegradable diaper, with pee in it.
E – (Pinches nose.)

We love the environment, we do. Just… not like that, in the end. We love Xavier more.

(… Somebody want to buy half a pack of eco-friendly diapers? … No?)