Archie is at that stage in between actually effectively using the toilet, and being willing to wear a diaper. It’s not one of my favorite stages.
He and Carter were outside, so I let him run diaperless all morning, then pulled one on him when he came in for lunch. I cooked their Quesadillas, (all the while replaying Napoleon Dynamite in my head) and brought them out to find Archie sitting next to his diaper.
Me: Archie, did you just take off your diaper?
Archie: Not me need it anymore.
I look more carefully at him. He’s pulled his shirt down over his feet and has only one arm sticking out.
Archie: Not me have penis anymore. Not need diaper.
Me: So you hid your penis so you wouldn’t need a diaper anymore?
Archie: (waving his one free hand) Yep. And me only have one hand too.
