What sick, twisted bastard would design a baby wipe box with wipes that are perforated and require two hands to tear each wipe free when it's 3:30 in the morning and I can't even see let alone change a poopy diaper and keep her feet out of it and comfort her????
Oh . . . wait . . . is that an opening in the lid allowing me to pull one wipe out at a time one handed?
You are forgiven, O Wipe Box Engineer . . .
But just barely!