Thou Shalt Not Change Diapers.

A couple of weeks ago, we served as volunteers in the nursery at our church. Kendall was there, as well as several other babies. As we read through the volunteer guidelines, Chris took special note of the diaper changing rule: no men changing diapers. Great. Just the ammo he needs to get out of that stinky job.

This conversation took place in our home tonight:

C: Pee-uu! SOMEone has a dirty diaper!
J: Uh-oh!
C: Who do you want to change your diaper? Mommy or Daddy?
J: Daddy.
C: Uh-uh! Daddy can't do it. It's against the rules.
J: Excuse me?
C: The rules at church say I can't change diapers.
J: Well, it's a good thing we're at home, and not at church then.
C: Hey, they're God's rules, not mine.
J: They are NOT God's rules. They are boundaries created because of all the men who have screwed up and done inappropriate things with children. Women are more trustworthy, I guess. Either that or they don't want men vomiting all over the nursery.

(C leaves the room with the baby. C reappears several seconds later.)

C: So, question...the church is a place of worship, right?
J: Right.
C: And we worship God at our home as well, right?
J: ...ugh. I can see where you're going with this...
C: So, the same rules should apply, right?
J: Too bad they are the church's rules, and not God's rules. When you can find that scripture, I'll let you off the hook. Go change her diaper.

(C chuckles and changes her diaper.)

Nice try.