Missing: One pair underpants
While I was getting Emmie up from her nap this morning, Jack went pee in the potty all by himself. Awesome!
When I came downstairs, he was naked from the waist down. I saw his shorts in front of the couch and asked him where his big-boy underpants were. He laughed. I started nursing Emmie and had a one-sided 10-minute conversation about where the underpants were.
Twelve hours later, I still haven't found them. I looked everywhere. I really hope for everyone's sake that he didn't flush them.
When I came downstairs, he was naked from the waist down. I saw his shorts in front of the couch and asked him where his big-boy underpants were. He laughed. I started nursing Emmie and had a one-sided 10-minute conversation about where the underpants were.
Twelve hours later, I still haven't found them. I looked everywhere. I really hope for everyone's sake that he didn't flush them.
Labels: Jack, Potty Training
posted by Amy at
11:03 PM
2 Comments:
One of my very few distinct memories from when I was little is flushing my underwear down the toilet. I was really shocked when my dad told me that I couldn't get them back!
hmm...sounds...fun?
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