Today Anna went through eight pairs of princess underpants, and I cleaned up accidents from the following locations: the floor of every room in the house (except the bathroom), a box of Wedgits, the seat on Doug’s drum set, the kids’ room at my gym, and to add insult to injury, the shoe tray in the mudroom (where, for once, I actually put my shoes).
I think it’s safe to say Anna’s first day of potty training went straight down the crapper.
Works like a charm!
Today I misplaced a child for ten minutes, or so it seemed. When I finally located him, he was crouched in a closet with nothing on but his underwear.
“Tyler, didn’t you hear me calling you?” I demanded. “What are you doing in here?”
“I forgot these underpants glew in the dark,” he answered, eyes full of wonder. “I want to wear this exact same pair every day!”
There’s few things I know in this world, but there’s one thing I know for certain: when that underwear finally comes off, it’ll be Doug’s turn to do the laundry.