Itty Bit spent yesterday morning with his Grandma.
He's pretty much potty-trained, but stays in diapers when he's hanging out with someone who might not get a chance to stick him on the potty every hour. Cuz, you know, 2-year olds are famous for their honesty when you ask them things like,
"Would you like to quit playing with Thomas the Train for a few minutes and go potty?"
So I notice when I come to pick him up, that his pants look awfully smooth and he felt a smidge skinnier when I hugged him and patted his cute little tush.
Then he started doing a funny little walk. That little cowboy thing... all the while tugging at the back waistband of his pants.
He had his back to me and was facing Grandma.
Suddenly I saw the shocked look on her face and she said, "OH NO!"
I ran to see a growing wetness spreading down the front of his pants.
As I maneuvered to lift him without getting soaked myself, he balanced himself on his left leg and began shaking his right leg.
We all stopped and just stared at him as he continued to shake his leg with more and more force.
Then suddenly, a half-undone diaper popped out the bottom of his pant leg and got wrapped around his foot.
While we adults rocked with laughter, he began hobbling around with the silly diaper stuck on his foot like some funky cast. This elicited even more shrieks and uncontrollable laughter.
The poor little thing didn't know what to think or do. When I unwrapped the completely dry diaper off his foot, he solemnly looked up and said, "Mommy, pee-pee dido on the foot!"
Ahh, if only I'd had a video camera, eh?
One for the baby book?
Sorry, couldn't resist. Waiting until Not Me Monday or True Story Tuesday was too far away ;)