Diapers and Coffee
I was making coffee in our upstairs kitchenette for brunch one Saturday. The dryer was running, full of a load of cloth diapers. I had already made a comment about it smelling like diapers in here, and now my wife came back up the stairs and said, “Now it smells like diapers and coffee in here.”
“Diapers and Coffee sounds like the name of a parenting podcast.”
Well, here we are. Not a podcast—at least not yet—but it was too good a name (and diapers.coffee was too good a domain) to pass up.