When I picked up Mason from the sitter today he didn't have on the shirt that I brought him in. Normally, NOT a good sign. Trisha looked at me from the laundry room with one of those "you won't believe what your son did today" kind of looks. She said that he was in the play room by himself and she heard him start to cry. She walked in and saw Mason holding a large toy boat with brown hands. She thought, "where did he find chocolate pudding?" Click--NOT PUDDING! My son had gone #2, then decided to put his hands down his pants, and then proceeded to rub them together. That's my boy!
We now have added to our "we no" dialogue.
1. We no take off our diaper.
2. We no get out of bed.
3. AND NOW...We no put our hands in our pants!
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