Let me take you back to June 5, the day before Chickie's Big Girl Day. It was the last day she was allowed to do her stinky business in a diaper.
She took advantage of that freedom, and I cleaned her up for the last time. (Well, cleaned her up in that way for the last time!) I took the diaper out to the garage, where we had a diaper pail we'd gotten when she was born. That thing got a lot of use with our two kids. I opened it...
...and it broke. The handle came clean off.
Yep, our diaper pail broke the very last time I planned to use it. Yesterday I happily returned our final, unused $6 sack refill for the pail. When I'd last stocked up on refills, I didn't realize we wouldn't need many more. I guess the pail itself knew more about perfect timing than I did!