One morning, Parker and I got up and, after our change machines took off our diapers, we were both horrified to find out that we were out of disposable diapers. And all our pelenkas were still in the laundry. Parker and I raced downstairs bare to the public change machine, where we found only one spare diaper. At first, we fought over it, but then I decided to let Parker have it, since he means a lot to me. I donned a pair of thin shorts until we got some more diapers, shorts that would most likely be soaking wet at one point.