My husband treasures a diaper pin. For those of you born in the era of Pampers and Velcro, a diaper pin is a very sturdy type of safety pin, but with a plastic head covering the fastener. The point of the pin is guarded in a G-shaped cavity, making it almost impossible for tiny hands to accidentally open the pin and get scratched. The head of this particular diaper pin is made of blue plastic in the shape of a duck, with a cheery red beak. It was part of a flock of pink, yellow, white, and blue ducky diaper pins (twelve to a card!) used in the care and maintenance of our two sons, now grown and gone. My husband uses it to secure his sun visor to his belt loop or back pack when we are hiking or touristing.
We were scheduled for a visit to the Capitol, and were cautioned: no pointy metal objects, not even knitting needles or hair pins. My husband muttered, “ I must remember not to take my diaper pin” since he routinely secures his sun visor on any tour.
There we were in the entrance to the Capitol museum, about to pass through Security. Panic moment! The PIN was attached to the visor cap – possible confiscation loomed! Somehow the Sharp Object escaped scrutiny.
My husband beamed with modest pride to a fellow traveller: “You can’t find these anymore. This is the last of its kind”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him – a few weeks ago I was rummaging in some storage boxes and found an old yellow onesie that had belonged to our youngest. Pinned all around the neck was a flock of little pink ducky diaper pins, saved for the daughter we never had.