Desparate Times call for Desparate Measures...
My experience hasn't always been sugary nice while getting the oil changed, however. I had completely forgotten about one of my most glorious moments as a mother that happened to occur while I was waiting for the car at the dealer!!
Tyce was just a tiny guy, wobbling around on his stocky legs in his diaper. I was waiting for something on the car to be fixed. Of course Tyce decided to fill his diaper while we were there. I took him to the bathroom with the rest of my crew in tow only to discover that I wasn't prepared for the situation!

Time to look for some options! Toilet paper was plentiful, but not all that absorbent. I opened up the supply closet in the restroom and scanned my other choices. I found the only alternative available, asked my small son to forgive me, and fashioned a feminine napkin in my baby's pants to try to cover what a diaper would have!

What kind of mom am I?
The horror of it all still comes back to haunt me!!
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