Me: Hey, Carol. I think there was a bear in the boy's room.
Carol: What? What are you talking about?
Me: I think a bear got into the boys' room and was looking for something.
Me: Well, apparently the bear must have gotten into the house, made his way into the boy's room and... he really needed a diaper.
Carol: What? Oh, that. Shut up.
Me: Well, at least the kids are safe.
(You should see the cereal boxes when she needs her Raisin Bran fix.)
On a totally side note, does anyone else with a Diaper Genie automatically think "poop sausage" every time they empty it?
Or is it just me?