My husband is a hands-on dad. He is involved in every area of our kids' lives and is attentive to the smallest detail--bedtime, stomach viruses, homework, you name it. But he will move Heaven and Earth to keep from changing a diaper--he hates it. HATES IT. Even just the wet ones gross him out--the dirty ones have been to known to elicit a response like this.
I confess that I have used this to my advantage more than once.
"Let's see, Honey...would you like to re-caulk the bathtub and scrub the grout and bleach the fixtures, or change Corrie's diaper?" Yep. He chooses the tub.
Which is why it was so funny when Stephen asked me hypothetically yesterday, "Mom, if you could go back before you were born and choose whether you wanted to be a man or a woman, which one would you choose?"
"A woman," I said without hesitation. "Which would you choose?"
"DEFINITELY a man, so I won't have to change any diapers."
Busted.
