When my family gathers together for holiday meals, we always end up telling funny stories about each other. Somehow, we started talking about our grandparents babysitting. The first time my parents needed my Grandpa to babysit, they planned on leaving my older brother and me with him for several hours. At the last minute, they decided to take me with them, and told him this while he was watching TV. They got home several hours later, and asked him how everything went. "Great!," he said. "Both babies were just fine." BOTH babies? My parents decided to never let him babysit again.
However, a few years later, my parents really needed a babysitter, and both of my grandparents were available. My parents thought that the two of them together could handle three kids. Everything was going fine until it was time to change my little sister’s diaper. They had no trouble taking off the diaper, but once it was off, they tried to clean it. They tried washing it in the sink, but it just wouldn’t get clean, and parts of it even started coming apart. What do they do?! Two grown men should be able to handle one stinky diaper, so to avoid the embarassment of their failure, they got a shovel and decided to bury the diaper in the backyard. My parents must have returned home a little too soon, because the shovel was still out. They questioned my grandparents about the shovel, and since they were unable to come up with a good excuse, they had to tell my parents what really happened. This is when they were educated on a new invention: disposable diapers.
A year or so later, the other Grandpa was given the chance to babysit my older brother. When my parents got home, they were surprised to see that Pat was sleeping quietly on the floor next to my Grandpa, who was sitting at the table. "How did you get him to sleep so early?!" my parents asked. My Grandpa replied, "Oh, it was no trouble at all. About ten minutes ago, he hit his head on the table, and he’s been sleeping quietly ever since."