Girls vs. Boys: The "Bottom" Line

The other night, Jeff kindly got up to change a very unhappy Lucy's diaper. After unsnapping her sleeper and examining her diaper, he insisted it was dry. Knowing how much the child had nursed since her last change, I insisted that was impossible . . . so I was immediately put in charge. To my surprise, the front of her diaper was dry as a bone. I figured I'd change it anyway, since they never fit quite as well when the've been retaped a few times. It was then that the memories of Nora's diaper days, which seemed like an eternity ago, came flooding back. Lucy's diaper was soaked . . . in the back.