underwear

Dylan,

You really didn't want to put on your Pull-Up this morning, so we struck a deal: You could put on some underwear (which you've gotten quite good at doing yourself), but only so long as you could keep them dry. Mom and I didn't expect that to be very long, but you managed to do it long enough that we all agreed you could wear them to school, too.

I packed an extra pair of pants.

You hadn't eaten much for breakfast, so Mom cut up a couple strawberries and put them in a container to eat from on the way to school. I laid down a plastic bag in your car seat, figuring you'd be wet before we reached our destination.

We got to school still dry and still packing plenty of strawberries so sat down together at one of the activity centers for the morning where you ate while I wrote "DYLAN MILES" in various color inks on a canvass of brown cardboard.

In little boy fashion, by the time you finished your hands and face were covered in strawberry juices. I urged you over to the sink to wash your hands and you, while now drying them, said a couple of times "I already did it". "You already washed your face?" I asked, since that's what I was just starting on. Then you looked down.

You were wet all the way into your socks. Even though we'd made a successful potty-stop just prior to leaving the house, the suggestive power of the forcefully running sink water was too much to overcome. I changed you into the extra pants and you donned your Pull-Up without objection.

Anyway, I think it might make good practice to put you in underwear every morning before school, at least for a while. We've been really inconsistent about that and I imagine that will continue to undercut progress.