It's been a long time. In the '90s.
Autumn was outside. Rainy, cool and did not want to live in this weather.
At that time, some babies were still swaddled in diapers, although in sale, in large quantities, there were already diapers.
As a father of the family, I was able to do everything on the farm: and to prepare a milk mixture, and shake a rattle over a baby, and diapers with a diaper to replace and cartoons to look with a kinder.
Life has taught me. Time was like this, working with his wife together. There was no time to sit with the newborns, so the money in the family was catastrophically short.
My father should be able to do the same thing as my mother. Parental duties are no worse, and maybe even better, in the absence of a wife. They carried the same cross in one word.
I remember getting sick then, I started to cry. But I didn't seem to fall off my feet and thank you for that.
And just the other day, our good acquaintances Masha and Koli - twins were born.
The good guys are friends with them for a long time.
On this occasion, we are invited to wash our heels and haven't seen each other for a long time.
We decided to give them twins for birth - a huge package of diapers and trifles: nipples, bottles, vests colorful.
We went to the children's world yesterday for presents, and tomorrow Friday is the day to visit.
They bought diapers for themselves too. They have their own size, ours. We're going for a walk at full speed, we've let all the money go. We are going back to the subway with big bags, we are glad what a useful present will be for our friends. Rather expensive and spectacular for those times.
And now, tomorrow comes. I came earlier from work. My mother-in-law is a child. I had a quick snack. Cooked with my mother-in-law mixture, fed, changed diapers, switched on cartoons.
And we agreed to meet my wife at the subway station, she goes after work, and from there she is not far from the guests to walk by pawn carousel.
I put on a sweater, jacket - I'm afraid to aggravate the disease. I grabbed the gift bags and ran to the subway. I still have to buy flowers on the way.
I bought flowers and am waiting for my wife at the entrance to the subway.
I see my wife running. On one hand, she carries a cake, on the other hand, she presses champagne to her chest. That's a good boy!
Our national team as a whole - we are in a hurry to visit. Hand over gifts and wash heels.
I'm ahead of the locomotive, tomorrow is Friday and you don't have to get up anywhere. My mother-in-law is sitting at home with her child, so don't worry either.
The wife in the back with a horseshoe asked:
- Did you fart or something? There is nothing to breathe!
I answer her, but how do you turn your tongue to say that? We are practically intellectuals with you, though we work on three works.
Only in the toilet and only with the door closed, I can make this action.
Maybe what kind of atmosphere is it?
My wife is suspiciously looking at me, so let's move on.
I have a stuffy nose, I don't feel anything. I can't even hear her spirits.
Okay, here we go. Here's their driveway.
We fall into a crowd to visit our acquaintances. We hug and proudly give presents.
Masha sniffs us suspiciously and asks:
- Well, confess, which one of you two has spoiled the air?
And they laugh with Kolya together.
Kolya, covering his nose:
- Why are you in the toilet all day long marinated and from there came to us the whole group company?
They close their noses and laugh again.
I'm not laughing, because even with my nose and nose, I'm starting to smell shit. And it comes straight from our bags.
My wife is blushing and not laughing, grabbing the gift bags from Mashka and pulling them out of one bag - a naturally shitty diaper!...
And here I started laughing. It came to me.
My mother-in-law must have stuck the used diaper in the bag and put it next to my gift at the entrance so I could grab the garbage along the way.
And I fucked it all up in one pile because the bags were the same from the kids' world. And I ran to visit with him and everyone else.
I had no time to think that one of the bags had a used diaper. And I don't feel anything, my nose is laid in the morning.
I told them, and here we are all in one voice. My wife laughed the most, even to the tears...
So the story opened with the smell of it. My mother-in-law got a gift.
Of course, we laughed, and Mashka said:
- When you go home, don't forget to take back your surprise... We don't need anybody else's smell, we have enough of our own now...) And say hello to your mother. Tell her that her gift is very original...)
We laughed yet, sat down mentally and broke up closer to midnight.
Then we decided not to tell the story. So she wouldn't be offended. Let her live in ignorance.
But we remembered this epochal diaper for life!
And after this incident, we try to take out the garbage immediately.
What if some package spoils our air again?
Now if only, already with diapers of grandchildren...)