Going commando

Sending your child off to school in underpants for the first time ever after a weekend of underpant wearing that was, oh, seventy-five percent successful feels a little bit like shoving him out of a plane with a parachute that opens only three-fourths of the time. Good luck, kid.

Geronimo.

But let’s face facts, folks. Fact #1: if he doesn’t wear diapers anymore, then we don’t have to BUY them anymore, and that is a win-win as far as I’m concerned. Fact #2: He’s nowhere near being the last kid in his class to get his name on the “Uses Potty” list in the bathroom, but even so, my competitive side comes out a weensy bit when another parent says casually, “Oh, Bug’s not using the toilet yet? Archibald has been potty trained since 2 and 1/2!” GREAT. I’M SO HAPPY FOR HIM. Of course he also looks like GOLLUM and his diet consists mainly of BOOGERS.

Diaper-Free Day at School #1 was moderately successful though. They only had to change his pants once. So I guess his parachute didn’t quite open, but he survived the fall. He must have landed on something nice and squishy and soft, like some shrubbery. Or maybe Archibald.