We Do The Best We Can, People

Your child would look like this, too, if you left the house this morning with the new box of diapers in the back of your car (the box of diapers that should have been in the house because the previous box is, you know, empty), and your husband, who has upper rib fat cancer and is in a great deal of pain and has no intention, no intention at all of leaving the house, finds something, anything to take the place of a diaper.

I'm actually very relieved that D. found the Swimmers. I had visions of him having to take a towel and secure it around A.'s waist with rope or something. Like ye olden days.

A. has no clothes on because the first Swimmer had a bit of a leaking problem, and D., due to pain from upper rib fat cancer, just didn't have it in him to dress the child one more time.

Apparently, however, a life with no clothes and a faux diaper suits the young lad...he actually fell asleep on the couch in the middle of the day.

And he had a brand new box of diapers waiting on him when he got up from his nap.

Clothes, too.

'Cause we're fancy like that.