Lastnight after RD came out from (re-)tucking the babies in before we went to bed:
RD: It smells like shit in there.
Me: Yea.
RD: Why does it smell like that?
Me: (Are we seriously having this conversation again?) Because we have three babies.
RD: But why does it smell like that?
Me: The diaper pail's right by the door.
RD: It smells like shit.
Me: (Slowly) Yes...it's filled with poopy diapers.
RD: But it's supposed to keep that smell out.
Me: (Under breath) Maybe you should write a letter.
RD: What?
Me: I said that maybe you should write a letter.
RD: Well, that's stupid.
Me: Yep.
