I knew there was a good reason why guys aren't usually invited to baby showers: one of the games they play involves melting candy bars inside of a diaper (so that it resembles crap) and the women are required to identify which once-solid candy bar they are looking at. Sick.
I'm going to see that soon enough, thank you very much. Now I'll never again eat a Nestle Crunch bar.
But seriously, our baby-to-be-named is spoiled and she has yet to breath a single breath. When she does, though, she's going to have everything she needs.
I don't know where we're going to put everything.