We had been at the park all of about 10 minutes today, when Adrien waddles up to me and confesses that he’d pooped in his pants. He hasn’t done that in a long time. And I can’t say I’d missed it. So we went back out to the car where I stripped him down in the back of my car and slapped a Jude-sized diaper on his bottom because — HEY — I pack a change of clothes for school, but not for every day life.

He whined the whole way home about wanting to stay at the park.

Me: “Sweetie, you can’t play at the park in just a diaper and a shirt. And you might be sick…”

Adrien: “No, I’M not sick, just my tummy is!”

Although I’d had all the plans in the world of getting cute pictures of both boys, I only scored these:
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