Da-da's got both his boys walking around chanting this, a la, "Full Metal Jacket":
"This is my diaper. There are many like it but this one is mine. My diaper is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my diaper is useless. Without my diaper, I am useless. I must use my diaper true. I must poop straighter than my brother, who is trying to pull my diaper off. I must poop before he does. I will. I must not poop in my pants. Ever. Before God I swear this creed: my diaper and myself are defenders of my pants, we are the masters of the poopoo, we are the saviors of my pants. So be it, until there are no pants, but peace. Amen."
[NOTE: this is a bit of an old post; my two boys have been out of diapers for a while. Da-da on the other hand...]
