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… I was minding my own business sewing pine-tree-shaped sachets full of pine needles left over from wreathmaking (I think I’m witty) when suddenly my brother-in-law swooped in the room cradling a delighted Farmbaby in a Teeterpopper and swinging her back and forth as he sang the Beatles’ You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away only with the word “Love” changed to “bum”, and, I realized after a moment, the reason being that Farmbaby’s diaper had been wet so he’d removed it, and so she was bare-assed in the TeeterPopper and apparently this had something to do with the entire parade taking place.
It’s bathtime now, so there’s much splashing going on in the distance, and I’ve gone back to sewing the sachets, but I had to share that little moment because wtf guys. I couldn’t put something like that in a story, nobody’d believe that was real.

… I was minding my own business sewing pine-tree-shaped sachets full of pine needles left over from wreathmaking (I think I’m witty) when suddenly my brother-in-law swooped in the room cradling a delighted Farmbaby in a Teeterpopper and swinging her back and forth as he sang the Beatles’ You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away only with the word “Love” changed to “bum”, and, I realized after a moment, the reason being that Farmbaby’s diaper had been wet so he’d removed it, and so she was bare-assed in the TeeterPopper and apparently this had something to do with the entire parade taking place.
It’s bathtime now, so there’s much splashing going on in the distance, and I’ve gone back to sewing the sachets, but I had to share that little moment because wtf guys. I couldn’t put something like that in a story, nobody’d believe that was real.
