The only image I have in my head is that baby poop is often the consistency of peanut butter. The wipes are pretty much necessary to get rid of the stuff clinging to the behind. The thought getting that in any sink in my house makes me ill, considering I prepare food near one sink and brush my teeth near the other one.

Thank you, Jesus, that I never had kids.

Ouch! Shots in toe bad. But yay for no more glass in toe. (I keep typing tow!)

I have such a bad memory that I barely remember changing the boys. I do remember Bobby destroying the pants of a customer that was bouncing him on his knee. That was fun. I did get looks at times from people, both for the diapers and the nursing, because they were so big for their ages. Oh well.

I have nothing to add to the diaper conversation, except that one of my nephews was so lean, my sister and I used to admire the way you could get him clean with one good, quick wipe -- there were none of the usual folds of baby fat needing attention.

One of the emeritus professors just came down to the Reference Desk in search of a book cart from which the top shelf could be removed. Why? Because he's needs to mount a talking deer's head to it for a party over at the Faculty Club, of course.

Sparky, refer him to [link] and have him look up the strips on Pimp My Bookcart.

Well, what party isn't made more fun by a talking deer's head? I mean, really.

Wow, is it deer-head season already? Comes earlier every year.

I really want a talking-deer's head to mount on the Reference Desk now. It could say all the things I'd like to, but am not allowed.

I don't think deer heads are allowed to be that evil.

Okay, what animal head would be evil enough? (Besides my boss' from my previous job.)

Hmmm...

Ninja robot?