The day after Thanksgiving my baby called me while he was driving, and told me that he was up for a little playtime. I found out that he was wearing his diaper, and a wet, messy diaper at that! He needed to get some gas, so I told him to pull over to the next exit with a gas station, and fuel up...without his pants on, just his saggy, soggy diaper and a shirt. He told me days later that he had never felt more humiliated or excited in his life. He said the way everyone was staring was absolutely fabulous, and that he can't wait till I tell him to do that again! How many other babies would like to be seen in public like that, humiliated like that?