Yes, it’s gross. It’s disgusting. But in my heart I am still an 8th-grade boy.

Plus, it feels like an accurate picture of every New Year when it arrives. Sure, it’s innocent and brand new. But it is already loaded with hopes, dreams, and expectations. This is one diaper I never intend to change. I will let Baby New Year sit there in his own filth, as I will never stop hoping, dreaming, or expecting.

I mean, he seems happy enough in his fully-loaded state, right? Why spoil a good thing? Happy New Year to all of you. May your year be fully loaded too!