After Mom showed me the new big-girl underwear she bought for me — it had Dora on it! — I announced that I wanted to wear my underwear, not my diaper! So Saturday morning, Mom and Dad put my underwear on me and explained how I needed to use the potty: pull my underwear down, sit down, go potty and let them know when I was done. So far so good, eh?
Cut to an hour later, when I was upstairs with Mom while she was showering. Mom saw me crouch down and — oops! — I made a yellow puddle on her white bathmat. And suddenly I wasn't so thrilled about wearing underwear after all...
"I want my diaper on!" I announced. And I've kept my diaper on ever since. Hey, at least it was a first step!
