Your diaper is not a pocket

Nikki came over and tried to give me a piece of bread this afternoon.

I instinctively told, "No, thank you!"

She looked kind of hurt.

"Are you sure?" She asked me.

Feeling a little guilty, I accepted the bread, and with some misgivings, I ate it too.

However, there was a time when I learned the hard way not to accept food from little children.

When was Nikki was about two (She's four now) I was her 'eating buddy'.

Every time I'd come over to visit, she'd see me, squeal, and then run to the refrigerator to get a pudding.

Then she's find two spoons, and she and I would eat together, as best buddies.

This went on for quite some time, and I'd pretty much eat anything she brought me.

Until one day, when she had just turned three, she came over to me and said,

"Hi Barbie, would you like a cracker?"

"Of course I would," I said.

Then, she pulled a cracker from out of her diaper and handed it to me.

My mind flashed back to all the times I'd eaten things she'd handed to me without even thinking twice about it.

I stared at the cracker for a long while, before finally asking her what else she had stored in her diaper.

She proudly pulled out a necklace, half a bag of M&Ms, six peanut butter crackers, and a small doll.

Never again after that particular afternoon did I accept food from Nikki.

Sure, if she brings me a bag of chips, I will eat chips with her.

If I watch her open a bag of candy, I will eat the candy with her.

But never again will I blindly accept a cracker, or anything else for that matter, from a very small child.

I personally think too, that if your kid thinks their diaper is nothing but a large pocket for them to store things in, it's time to start thinking about potty training them.

And that's the truth.