My husband and I recently flew to Miami with our two older boys. Our youngest son, who is hanging on to the last vestiges of the familial half-decade Diaper Era, stayed home with grandma. I didn't have to pack a single diaper. I also cast aside the baby wipes: like peanut butter and jelly, diapers and baby wipes are an inseparable pair, and if you don’t need one, you don’t need the other.
I realized my mistake five minutes into our trip.
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