I was caught in a disposable diaper and my mother-in-law now calls me crinkle pants. Those disposable diapers, I should note, belonged to our neighbor, an elderly women who has since gone to live with a daughter. We live in a duplex, both of which are owned by my mother-in-law (she owns two more on that same street.

To help defray our rent I keep all four places up and had cleaned the second unit soon after the other renter left. As often happens when people leave things we either dump what's there or give it away and the package of disposables, along with a partial package of disposable changing pads were going to an elderly care center.

My wife and I were joking around over which of us would be wearing diapers first when we grew older, teasing each other back and forth like that as soon as both packages came into the house. Before long it got turned into a kind of "come on and try one" with both of us teasing the other to go first.

It was a coin toss that put in on the bed first and that's what I was wearing with nothing else but a cut off tee shirt leaving nothing to anyone's imagination. It was my wife's turn but she took off laughing and joking that she wasn't going to wear one of those things with both of us ending up in the kitchen circling the table.

We're on great terms with my mother-in-law and most times she knocks before coming into our house but she'd gone first into the connecting unit first to do a walk through before stopping at our place. There is a common door between the two connected garages and she came into our garage from the other. She knocked once on the kitchen door that leads to our garage but didn't wait for our invitation to come in, and there I was wearing that disposable diaper and cut off tee-shirt.

I tried explaining what we were doing and I think she bought into most of it, but to this day she still calls me crinkle pants. It was and still is my most embarrassing moment.

Crinkle pants (not my real name)