The Mystery of the Diaper Pail
Anyone who grew up with cloth diapers remembers the diaper pail. It sat in the corner of the laundry room, a sealed vault of biohazards capable of knocking anyone out with a single whiff. Opening it was an Olympic event. One time, my cousin dared my brother to peek inside. He opened it an inch and disappeared outside for the rest of the afternoon. That moment is forever remembered in our family as “The Pail Incident of ’94.”
