From an article in GQ (and the Politico right now) next month, I quote the following from the Great White Var-mint Hunter:

“We had five boys that were 10 or younger. People used to say to my wife, ‘And what do you do?’ She’d look at them like, ‘Are you out of your mind?’ … I was willing to change the urine-soaked diapers, but the messier types gave me dry heaves. So my wife allowed me to escape that…”

Governor Mitt, you are a candyass. No one says you HAVE to change the diapers, but, a real man muscles through and just does it. Dry heaves? You Giant Wuss.