While I was in Denver a few months back, Josh went out to get bottles for the baby. See, she only takes a bottle at bedtime and on the rare occasion that she consents to a nap. So I only have 2 bottles. It’s fine, really; I don’t need anymore than that. But, truth be told, her bottles were getting a little ratty from wear and they did need to be replaced. And good on Josh for taking the initiative there.

I don’t think he’s ever bought bottles before.

They don’t sell the brand of bottle she likes here, and he was forced to get something new. One of the boys used Playtex bottles, and my guess is that he saw the name and thought that would be right. My guess is that he’s also never heard of a drop-in bottle. I get home and he tells me that he bought her bottles, and showed me them

He said, “I don’t get it. They have a bag in them. She hates them.”

Why, of course she hates them. She hates everything. But, he’d bought them and I figured we’d give’m a try. These bottles come with a liner that drops into it. It’s supposed to cut down on the air in the bottle or something, and it makes cleaning them much easier. I ran out to the store to get a pack of liners for this thing so we could try to use it. I got the box of liners

brought it home and opened it up. Brace yourselves. This is where it gets good:

Remind you of anything? Here. have another look:

Yes, some sicko said to his wife one night, “You know, dear, these things really aren’t working out for us, but I bet they’d make a lovely liner for a baby bottle.” Now, I get it that when you’re on your 4th month straight of post-partum depression and no sleep, you need nothing more than a good, hearty laugh every now and again, but seriously; nothing that looks even remotely like this is coming anywhere near my daughter for the next 30 years. Period.