Preschooler D made it an hour on Friday and everything stayed dry. When I insisted, however, that he take a break in the bathroom . . . well, it was all over. No go -- ah, so to speak. So back on went the diaper. Another day.
Colin was not so lucky on Friday. I was working in the kitchen when he got home with my back to him. "How was your day?" I asked automatically.
"Not good. There was this."
I turned around and was handed a lump which turned out to be underwear which had gone into the pool having been forgotten in the excitement of putting on a new swimsuit.
"Oh, no!" I laughed. "You had to go commando today."
"Mom?! What is that?! Is this funny?"
It's hard for Colin to tell sometimes what is funny and what isn't. It's always a great joy to me when he finds something funny on its own. Once I explained "commando," I said, "Yes, Colin. Forgetting your underwear and getting in the pool is pretty funny. Why don't you call Dad and see what happens."
Well, he did.
"What happened, Colin?" I asked when he was done.
"He laughed."
Underwear is almost always funny. Unless you're Preschool D. Then it is a deadly serious and negative subject.
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