Queue the Twlight Zone Music...

You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into... the Newborn Zone.

Picture a family of three. There is a wife, a husband, and a 4-day old baby. The new parents wake their child. The wife hands the baby to the hubby, who just happens to have a new thermal shirt on. Hubby rocks the baby twice in his chair, and then an awful sound is heard. The sound of a baby relieving itself. No problem, it has on a diaper. In the Newborn Zone, though, the projectile excrement has a way of finding the gap between the newborn's leg and the diaper...right onto daddy's new shirt. Daddy's are the lucky ones. There is a signpost up ahead...

Message edited 12/8/2007 9:06:40 PM.

Re: Queue the Twlight Zone Music...

Another Daddy in the hizz-ouse!

You know how they say the first scratch on a brand new car always feels the deepest? Now that you've been "initiated", the other messes won't seem so bad.