My cousin Julie loves me. I know this because she still talks to me.
When I was two years old, the family went blueberry picking. Julie enjoyed time with me, and we shared many blueberries together that day.
Later in the day, she offered to change my diaper.
I still hear, after she’s given birth to and raised two boys of her own, that that blueberry diaper was the very worst thing she’s seen in all the world.
My cousin Julie loves me. I know this because she still talk to me. And sometimes (near 40 years later) it’s still about the diaper.
Morale of the Story: Love is stronger than a nasty diaper.