Mommy, Daddy and Auntie Pua took me shopping, and by shopping, I mean that they hold up clothes and say "Wouldn't he look cute in this!" followed by Daddy complaining that it's got buttons because he can't handle the complicated process of snapping one end into the other, and then Mommy looks at the sizes and can't believe that someone my age can fit into something so big, and then Auntie Pua finds something even cuter for me to wear, and then the process begins all over again, and I sit there watching them, wondering how in the hell they ever get anything done.
Still, they did find my Christmas outfit. And I gotta say, there wasn't a word of debate about it.
But like any good snowman worth his salt, I can't wait to make that white snow yellow.
And you know I will, diaper or not.