A Tale of Two Turkeys

 

Cheesy title, I know, but this post is NOT about the two Thanksgiving dinners we enjoyed over the weekend (that would have to be A Tale of a Turkey and a Ham--or a Kurki and a Lamb!).

 

It's also NOT about Ben and Janae, although both of them have been known to act like turkeys at times.

This is about Jason and me, and our failure once again to pack a very essential item in our DIAPER bag.

When we went to Jason's mom's for Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, we stuffed the diaper bag so FULL we could hardly close it--we remembered our camera, the goldfish crackers and sippy cups. We remembered to pack the kids' pajamas in case they fell asleep on the car ride home, and at the last minute I remembered to bring Ben's teddy and Janae's kitty. We even remembered to refill the wet-wipe container--it was almost popping open with all the wipes Turkey #1 tried to cram in.

Yes, the diaper bag was full of everything except diapers.

It did have one diaper, but Turkey #2 was sure to use that up (changing only a moderately wet diaper) before the true diaper emergency arose.

And yes, it did arise, right before we were about to set out for home.

Jason and his mom drove to a convenience store, where Turkey #1 had to spend $20 on a package of 20 diapers--a dollar a diaper! But at a moment like that, you have to pay whatever they're charging. (And if you disagree, I can tell you another story about a plane ride we took with baby Benjamin and two turkeys who forgot to pack the diapers! Let me assure you--we were lucky that convenient store was open.)

 

On a happier note, Janae was able to ride home, then sleep all night, clean and dry.

Still, I don't think we'll do that again!