Sometimes you just gotta ask yourself what sort of society comes up with this...this...well, merda*. For the prurient readers of my blog, I apologize most sincerely. I racked my brain and there was no other word that captured the nature of the object and the emotion it elicited.
I shudder to think what precipitated this idea. It sounds like a consultant-developed situation; invent a problem that didn't exist then create a product to solve the problem that didn't exist in the first place. Iraq comes to mind.
So...rhetorically...do we really need wee wee covers for when diapers are changed? I dunno, I've changed more than my share of diapers (I figure a thousand is a good number to throw out there) between my own kids and my baby siblings, and I think I got showered once, and a quick flip of the front diaper flap saved me from a horrible drenching of baby pee.Let's file this one under PTRDNTBDBDBJACSWAFROPATPO. That is, products that really didn't need to be developed but despite better judgement and counsel, someone wasted a few reams of paper at the patent office.
If you're really curious, go here to see it for real. There's a Yiddish version too. No kidding.
Thinking the world is just a bit stranger than it was a few hours ago,
Canoelover
* So I said merda. It's Italian for feces, just a little more vulgar. It fits.
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