Will doesn’t like clothes.
The moment I get him dressed in the morning it becomes Will’s mission to remove those clothes as quickly as he possibly can (which can be incredibly frustrating for me on days when we are pressed for time and waiting for his bus to arrive).
Lately, he not only has been quick to remove his shirt and pants (and shoes and socks, of course!) but the second, and I mean second, he wets his pull-up he must remove that as well.
So, I got it in my head that this must mean that he is finally aware of the sensation of peeing and that maybe, just maybe, he is ready to (sort-of) start potty training.
So, I went out, bought training underwear and the moment Will comes home from school, I have allowed him to remove his shirt and pants and I remove his pull-up and put on the underwear and we’ve waited to see what would happen…
And much like the pull-ups, as soon as he is wet, he removes the underwear and wants to be clean.
So, of course, I’ve tried sitting him on the potty, but he’s not quite there yet.
But, I’ve been keeping up with the underwear.
Just in case.
And yesterday, I made a discovery.
A few times I hadn’t been in the room when he had clearly peed & had removed his underwear and instead I had walked into the room to find a stark-naked child sitting in the center of the room.
Underwear no where to be found!
I looked everywhere, or so I thought.
Yesterday, I was in the kitchen.
Will was in the living room spinning in his chair.
Until he wasn’t.
I went into the room and called his name and his head popped up from behind the couch and suddenly, it hit me.
I knew where the missing underwear had gone!We have a vent behind the couch that leads to a coal stove in the basement that we don’t use. Unfortunately, the grates are not screwed down and Will has figured that out.
And it’s become his hiding spot.
I not only found two pairs of missing underwear down the vent, but also discovered a few handfuls worth of goldfish crackers and a few of Emma’s barrettes.
Good thing we don’t fire that sucker up, huh?!?
I refuse to give up on putting underwear on my sometimes-way-too-clever boy, but I did move the couch back about 2 feet and it now resides on top of the vent.
Checkmate, my son.
PS And just to reassure you, that is not poop on the underwear. That is soot from the coal vent.
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