My two-year-old has a very two-year-old habit of occasionally talking back. In other words, if you say, “Cakie, I need you to calm down.” He might snap back, “You calm down!” Nice, right?
So the other day, I was suggesting he get some clothes on his naked body while at Gwen, our neighbor’s house.
He and Gwen’s son, his buddy Hymen, like to splash in the bath together on occasion.
So I said, “Get your pull-up on, then your jammie jams, ok?”
He replied, “No, you put your pull-up on!”
I thought about how well he poops in the potty, but prefers to pee in a pull-up most of the time. So I said, “Mommy doesn’t need a pull-up because she goes to the potty every time she has to pee. You won’t need a pull-up when you do that, either.”
Then Gwen and I looked at each other.
I got a clear mental image of the bowling ball bouncing on my bladder every time I cough.
“Maybe,” I whispered to Gwen, “mommy does need a pull-up.”