"I'm A Bad Boy, Cuz I Don't Even Miss Them"
To paraphrase the great Tom Petty, our boy Joseph is free. Freeeee-ballin’.
At the tender age of 19 months our little Joe Baby has figured out how to remove his pants and the accompanying diaper. And remove them he does, nearly every time we leave him alone.
Let me assure you, nothing is cuter, and nothing is scarier, then coming upstairs and finding a free-ballin’ toddler running around. What’s truly frightening is that even if the backside appears clean, you probably still have trouble. I’ve come to learn that carpet makes a great wipe.
Naturally, we're concerned. We're hoping it's just a phase and not a prelude to a life of inappropriate genitalia exposure. But you know what? Even if it is, he's our boy, and we'll support him no matter what. In fact, for Easter we’re getting him a trench coat.
It's adorable.