This aint your usual 'Spaghetti Western'—it’s more like a ‘Strung-Out Spaghetti Disaster’. Waylan is dealing with some deranged need to pull apart the cotton exterior of his diapers (while in wear). They end up in long strips, left in abandoned pieces all around the house. I dream of having the handsome young Mr. Eastwood around to pick up the gauzy mess! The reality of his silly habit is an entertaining story, but the experience of picking up his constant aftermath is not ‘up there’ with those cool confrontations of cowboy vs. cowboy or gun-slinging outlaws. In contrast, this TRUE wild legend is rather high on the scale of weary exasperation—lacking luster and thrill—and full of exhaustion! Pretty soon, Waylan will be wearing diaper-less chaps, as I am not only losing my patience with picking up the annoying Huggies debris, but losing the ability to bend over with 20 lbs of babe impeding my stooping ablities.
