The joke of the night was at my husband's expense: Tony dressed up as a big baby - diaper and all. Pete thought the get up was hysterical, so half way into the party he took a diaper out of my closet, poured our dessert chocolate pudding into it and walked around to everyone at the party with his best 'old lady' voice, showing them what "Little Baby Tony Did In His Diaper." Then he stuck his hand in the pudding and wiped it down my husband's inner leg saying, "Look at little baby Tony with shit running down his legs. Bad baby Tony."
We couldn't stop laughing at my husband and Peter's sense of humor. And you know, we never had chocolate pudding in the house again !