Since 2001, I've been
and changing the diapers of my babes.
It's been 10 years, and I'm ready to give them (the diapers, not my babes) the boot.
The only problem lies with a certain karaoke-singing 3 year old....pictured below.
This boy is as independent as they come. I'm pretty sure, if given the chance, he could whip up a mean fried egg, pick up his brothers from the bus stop, gas up my car, or do a load of laundry from start to finish.
His vocabulary could leave some adults feeling inept.
He's 3....going on 30.
And he likes his diapers.
Over the past few weeks, the pep talks have been powerful....but not persuasive.
"I'll do it when I turn 5, mom. I'm just not ready yet." he says.
Enter the Diaper Fairy.
I'm pretty sure she's the Tooth Fairy's sister. And today, I called her on the phone. Lucky for me, she was able to fit us into her tight schedule. She's coming tonight to rid our house of diapers, once and for all.
Tomorrow will be a new day.
Thanks, Diaper Fairy. I owe you one.