I don't know if you watched Full House as a kid, but I very much enjoyed it, and I still do now.
One time, Jesse and Joey were taking care of the kids on their own for their first time, and they had to change her diaper. Do you remember this? These men clearly do not know what they're doing.
Jesse holding one end, and Joey holding the other, they march her down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Upon removal of the diaper, they snap it shut in a ziploc container -- I feel sorry for the poor sucker who opens that one up.
One man holds Michelle up, while the splashes her tush with water from the tap, resting her on a turkey rack. Little Stephanie is sitting on the stool at the counter, quite amused with it all, as she now watches these two begin twirling, wrapping the baby's bum in paper towel, and then up to her waist in a ziploc bag. With a look of truimph, they hold ziploc bum, and Stephanie applauds their work, "not bad, but next time...try these!" as she pulls the case of diapers to the counter.
Jess and Joe ask why she didn't tell them about the diapers, and the little dear shrugs, "nobody asked me!"
It's strange, but I find myself relating to the story.
I often obliviously don't say anything, or think about anything, because, well, nobody asked me. I don't bring up how I'm feeling, or how something's making me feel, or how there could be a better way, because...nobody asked me.
Similarly, the ones around me, unaware of how to approach the situation grasp at ridiculous ideas, which aren't exactly the best choice, (such as putting a baby in a turkey rack) unaware that things could've been so much easier. Something they would have known, if I spoke up, and didn't wait until somebody asked me.
