The boys are playing at a friend’s house today, so Amelia and I made a trip to Walmart. I hadn’t been to Walmart in over a year (roughly the same time I discovered “the people of Walmart” and feared we would be featured weekly). But today I decided it was time to check out those lower prices once again.
Sidebar: Normally, I am a Target girl, so much so that if Target were a band, I would follow them making home-made soap and burlap purses. Buuuuut Target’s gift card gimmick is no longer keeping up with our diaper use. With a toddler and an infant we go through, roughly, 873 diapers a day.
So for this event, she and I put on our nicest church clothes, Amelia wore a bow and I put on deodorant. We were wandering along, price comparing, when Amelia did something that belied her sweet feminity. I was holding her when the oozing started. Once we reached the bathroom I made the awesome discovery that I had only packed her big brother’s diapers in her bag…
So now, (due to the poop everywhere), I am no longer wearing my cute shirt, I just have on the nursing tank top I was wearing underneath, aaaaand my pretty baby girl is wearing only a GIANT diaper ,because none of her cute outfits (that I had managed to pack in her bag) would fit over the GIANT diaper.
We looked awesome exiting the building.
P.S. the diapers were cheaper and the cashier sweetly gave me a bunch of sacks to put our smelly pretty clothes in, saying, “it happens all the time” as she uploaded our picture to the website (just kidding, I think)