Thanks for the laugh, Karen, even though I know it was NOT intended!
My son will be 20, next Sunday. When he was newborn, I had gone with my parents to Greenfield Village to walk around and such. They had some reenactment of the Civil War (or something like that). It was (that summer, one of the hottest, back then) in its 90s. I was breastfeeding. So, as not to offend anyone, due to us being outside when I fed him, I put a diaper over his head so he could eat. Needless to say, when he was done, he was a little sweat box!