Last night, Toby came out oh so quietly from his room saying “I pooped.” But this time the look on his face was different. And then in the dim light of the hallway I saw that he was holding out his hands. After confirming what I dreaded to be true - yes, he had tried to take off his nighttime diaper himself - that his hands were dirty and well, you can do the math here, we both got cleaned up and my son got changed, he finally fell asleep at 10pm after I held him for awhile.
Oh boys are so sweet - even when their hands smell like poop!
I love you Toby Bear...
