I went into Colin’s room to get him up from his nap and he said three little words that made me cringe: “Where’s my diaper?”
I’ve already shared Colin’s fondness for being naked here. It’s really making me nervous. Luckily on this day I found his dry diaper at the other end of his DRY crib, but my heart certainly beat a little faster as I felt the sheets, blankets, and stuffed animals.
We found a wet spot in the bathroom the other night and we weren’t sure if it was from Colin or the new dog. I’m betting on Colin since Lucy(fer) seems to like to p*ss in our living room (she’s really lucky she’s cute and good with the kids, but that’s a story for another day).
There was one time that I am certain was Colin. He came around the corner from the kitchen to the family room, naked of course, and said, “Mommy, I pee!” I ran into the kitchen to find that, in fact, he had not peed. Instead, he had taken a dump on the floor. I know with dogs they say to rub their noses in it and smack them with a newspaper, but I didn’t think that was really appropriate for a child.