Onesies Ain't Japanese

If I could summarize all my motherly instincts and knowledge pre-pregnancy, it would be this:

I was invited to a baby shower once (*collective groan from women everywhere who've had to sit through more than their fair share of these*), and I decided not to take any risks and just get something off the baby registry. I went shopping (Tim in tow), and it didn't take long for both of us to turn country: "What the hee-haw is a 'Nuk'?" and "'Boppy' ain't a word!" We could find the sections in the store listed on the registry easily enough ('Feeding,' etc.), but we couldn't find the actual items because, and here's the truth, all baby stores use code to keep non-parents on the outs. At the height of my frustration, I said, "We're just going to buy some clothes! The first thing on the list, I don't care how much it is, we're going to buy!" I checked the list.

Onesies (3-pk).

"What is a ONE-eh-size?" I looked at Tim, who must have concluded what I did: 'twas a Japanese product, which had no business being on the list.

Humbled, we found a sales associate and asked her to locate any two items on the list which we would gratefully buy. This, I believe, will be the essence of the rest of this blog, help us all!