Octopus Nappy

Yesterday after twenty minutes attempting to get Dan dressed and get to work at a time classed remotely as morning:
Dan: I NOT WANT THE OCTOPUS NAPPY.
This nappy was the only nappy in the house. Screaming. Tantrums. Pleading. Bribing.

Tears .. I NOT WANT THE OCTOPUS NAPPPPPYYYYY!!! More tears & sobs. x 3

Finally, I make my way to the bungalow, across the lawn in the rain to get a new bag of nappies.
Dan sorts through them and explains: “I not like fishy nappy. Not the seahorse nappy. Not a shell nappy. Not a other fishy nappy. Not a lobter nappy. Not a dolphin nappy. I find a octopus nappy be good.”