I was a baby back when they used cloth diapers. So on Saturday mornings my parents would try to sleep in, but they’d be awakend by whatever I’d made go CRASH after I’d climbed out of my crib to play. They’d jump out of bed startled, hunt me down and yell at me.
When my daughter was a baby she wore disposables, so as I tried to sleep in, I’d be lifted from REM by the sound of her moving around the apartment in them:
“Thwep, thwep, thwep.”
“Oh, she’s up. I guess I can stay half-asleep”
“Thwep, thwep, thwep.”
CRASH!
“Thwep-thwep-thwep-thwep!”
So instead of jumping up in a panic, I was more “Oh shit, I gotta get up and deal with this.”
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