Awesome. I will watch for it and report back on its playdough-ness, Karma-ness, or combination thereof. Thanks again.

Me, I'm just lazy. I have very little guilt about that.

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I lost any fear I had of washing cloth diapers when I dealt with a few spectacular containment failures and the dirty Onesies that resulted from said failures.

I am also lazy, which is why our experiment will involve 6 AIOs, 2 Fitted almost AIOs, and a bunch of prefolds to make up the difference. Oh, and liners. Flushable liners.

Stephanie gave me cloth advice, which helped.

AIOs? Also, do you have some of those little velcro covers for the diapers that make the folding easier and eliminate the need for pins?

Assuming those aren't AIOs, which for all I know they could be.

While she's been a relatively good Big Boss, I don't actually think it's necessary for us to do anything besides say "Congrats! Happy for you!" because recognition in the form of monetary output should come from the top down not the bottom up. Am I being petty on this point?

Nope. A card would be nice, but I don't know if I'd bother with that, even. I've readily chipped in cash for colleagues who have been robbed of vast sums of cash/lost possessions in bombings, but chipping in cash for colleagues to celebrate the fact that they've just been granted more cash & a title by the ptb = crazy. "Well done, you," is plenty.

I'd like to see the person who milks those tigers.

Ah, no, iirc the kid in the story grabs a tiger by the tail, or the tiger grabs its own tail, or something, and it runs round and round and round in circles until it eventually melts into nothing but a pool of ghee. Which the kid's mum promptly uses in pancake making, and so in the end they eat the tiger, rather than the other way around. Not so much tiger-milking involved, which is undoubtedly a relief to all of the family. Again, I cannot overstate how horrifically unPC the book is - think Al Jolson. But when I was 5, it was just another story on a par with Peter Rabbit.

Wrod. And if you were my teacher, Fay, I believe our days around here would get awfully full of "Ms. Jay says this..." and "That's how Ms. Jay does it." because as a student I had a hero-worship problem and because I quote you all the time, aifg.

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Ten Housepoints for Erika!

Hi.

Again, I cannot overstate how horrifically unPC the book is

feels bad for really liking that book as a kid

feels bad for really liking that book as a kid

Well, but it was a nice wee story, wasn't it? Brave kid, big tiger, day saved, celebrate with dessert. It's just that on rereading as an adult...kind of an OMG WTF thing.

My grandma used to tell me that her pancakes were ALWAYS made with tigers. (She's the one that read it to me.)

feels bad for really liking that book as a kid

I don't think we can be held responsible. I remember what a treat it was when Dad would take us to Saturday or Sunday breakfast at Sambo's restaurant - where all the kids were kept entertained by placemats (or somesuch) with the story of "Little Black Sambo." We were indoctrinated early (and with comfort foods!)