Ahh.... yes Christmas morning. I remember those early mornings. Getting up around 4 a.m. running downstairs to see what Santa had brought me along with my brother and sister. At the age of 6, I remember that morning wearing my nighttime Pampers under my PJ's all wet from the night before. After we checked our gifts from Santa, we went back upstairs to get some more sleep. At the top of the stairs was mom whispering to get back in bed. I walked back to my room to craw back in bed. She followed and asked if my diaper was wet. I said yes so she changed me in to a dry one and tucked me back into bed. Around 7 a.m. my sister woke me to have breakfast and off to presents. I was able to spend the morning opening presents and wearing Pampers under my jammies. I was in heaven. They were not wet but still a wonderful morning.