Yesterday I told Annabelle I had a joke for her.
“I’ll listen but don’t promise I’ll be impressed.”

 “Maybe Katie’s baby will be a little girl born on Sunday and she’ll be an Easter chick.” 

“I am not amused.”
“My diaper is showing. I am so embarrassed.
I can’t believe you’re allowing me to be seen in a such a state of indecency.
To add insult to injury it’s a Mickey Mouse diaper. The least you could have done is put me in one of those fancy peacock feather diapers you’re so proud of. Mother? Are you even listening or are you still laughing at that joke?”