What's in a word?

On Sunday we were attending the cast party for Fiddler. Twice it became necessary to excuse myself in order to attend to Jane's diaper situation. Both times a mess was involved. Both times the diaper actually contained the mess and we didn't have to call in reinforcements for back-up outfits.

But here, a little background. Part of the problem with the diaper containment issue we have isolated as having to do with size. Apparently the next size up of the cheap diaper, while not perfect, is much better at containing messes, even though Jane is still well within the 8-14 lbs. recommended for Size 1. So by switching to Cheap Diapers Size 2 for most of the diaper use, and then using Huggies Size 2 at night, we think we've managed to solve the problem with a maximum of convenience and a minimum of expense.

Back to Sunday. After I returned from the second disappearance, the following conversation ensued:

Me: We need to replenish the diaper bag.
Michael: Did you run out of diapers?
Me: No, but all we had were the old diapers, so I had to use a #1 both times.
Michael: How did that work?
Me: Seemed to work, even though she messed the second time. (Pause.) (With studied nonchalance) She did a #2 in a #1.
Michael: Okay, who are you and what did you do with my wife?
Me: Hey, at least I didn't make eye contact while I said it.

Without a doubt the old Rose would never have said such a thing out loud. Somehow my delicacy threshold has been eroded. There is no way to ascertain whether marriage or parenthood has done this to me.

Someday very soon we're going to have to decide what to teach Jane to say about all this. Sigh.