I'm in the middle of changing an epic Big E diaper. He's wiggly, it's messy, I'm gagging.
He looks at me and shouts: HOLD MY HAND!
What? Right now? How will I escape this diaper change unscathed and hold your hand? Besides, the Yoys are not hand holders, just ask Mr. Yoy.
He repeats his request: HOLD MY HAND!
I ignore him.
Again and again and again.
HOLD MY HAND! HOLD MY HAND! HOLD MY HAND!
Wow, this is what it must have been like to change Darius Rucker's diapers when he was a baby.
And now I've got that song in my head...