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Genuine?  Green?  Actually, I’m pretty sure it stands for

GOOD GOD!  THE TOILET IS GROTESQUELY GUSHING GALLONS!

Yes, while I’m for saving the planet and all, I think that the makers of planet-friendly, biogegradable, flushable gDiapers should have a large warning on the box:  May cause toilet to explode at 3am.

Granted, it’s my fault for not reading the instructions.  But then again, I’m a guy.  A guy with a baby.  Like I’m going to read diaper instructions.  If not a warning, the gDiaper people should at least be guy-conscious/guy-friendly and include a picture on the box indicating that the included swizzle stick is for helping the diaper break apart in water; not for ramming vast quantities of diaper down the nether regions of the toilet.

A simple drawing of an angry diaper-prodding guy with a big slash through it would suffice.

Ever since Layla came along, our dog Teddy has been “Uncle Teddy”.  We were a bit worried at first, but he’s been great.  Layla is always the first person to be greeted when we come home.  And when Layla cries, Teddy makes sure to come and get us.  He’s a big, orange furred, over-protective uncle.

But, he does get a little jealous at times.  And when we’re spending too much time focused on little Layla, he’ll occasionally butt in to remind us that he’s there.  Which means we have a lot of snapshots kind of like this:

Sorry Ted!  I’ll pick up a fresh bag of pig ears for you this week.