*warning: this post contains “poop”*

It’s getting closer to potty training time for us. Last week, Kaelem and I were in the living room playing when he stopped to work on a dirty diaper. When it was done, he pointed to his bedroom and said, “diaper.”

Then last night, his diaper leaked (he slept over 12 hours), so instead of getting him dressed right away before breakfast I just stripped his wet pj’s and set him off to play. Well, I was making pancakes while he was playing with his cars when I heard Hannah (who is in town visiting) come in the room and say, “Kaelem, you’re not wearing a diaper!” Leaving the pancakes and bacon to burn, I rushed to see what was going on and saw that he was as naked as the day he was born. Apparently, he had pooped his diaper, taken it off for me, and was waiting to get a new one. Thankfully, at least it wasn’t the messiest job he’s ever done.

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