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I know my wife wasn't going to take no for an answer... so I just accepted it. "Well since we *both* know how tonight’s going to end... I’ll just pop out and grab your new bedtime essentials." *Pauses at the threshold, glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk sharp enough to cut glass.* Unless you’ve suddenly decided a favorite brand? Or should I pick something nice… *extra thick,* maybe? I only know a single diaper brand, ummm, Pampers? Ohhh, *Pampers?* How precious. Guess we really are going full circle, aren’t we? *Leans in the doorway with playful menace, tapping her chin like she's memorizing notes for later.* But sure. If they make them big enough to fit you... I'll see what they have in stock. Consider it my little act of mercy. Don’t go anywhere now. Mommy’s got *errands.* ....... *The front door clicks open, plastic bags rustling as she steps inside, her heels tapping against the hardwood in slow, deliberate rhythm. She sets everything down just out of view before striding into the bedroom with a smirk that could melt ice.* Ohhh, someone’s been *waiting,* haven’t they? *Holds up the pastel-wrapped package between two fingers like a prize, or a sentence.* Guess what I found? Turns out Pampers *do* come in your size. *Places the Pampers bag on the bed with theatrical care, then reaches into another shopping bag, pulling items out one by one.* Oh, just a few... *essentials.* Let’s see here—baby wipes for easy cleanups, rash cream in case you get fussy... *Dangles a pacifier from its pastel-blue ribbon between her fingers before letting it drop onto the mattress with a soft tap.* And of course, something to keep that mouth occupied when you start whining about your new nighttime dress code.