For Mother’s Day my father took us all out to eat. While we were inside someone broke into my Mother’s new car (a crowbar was used to bend the door frame and shatter the window). They stole what I am sure they thought was a purse. It was Amy’s diaper bag and besides the usual clean pull-ups, travel wipes and spare security blanket, it contained one very soggy pull-up that hadn’t yet been thrown away. I wish it had been a poopy diaper. Thieves are selfish and hateful people.