Last night we were trying to round up the troops for bed time, dragging them unwillingly from the basement. Gabey was, surprisingly, the most resistant for once, so I just sauntered upstairs and left him alone to contemplate being by himself. He, of course, started to follow me, but was lagging behind. I ended up all the way upstairs setting up toothbrushes without him, and decided to investigate what the hold-up was.
As I went down the hallway to the steps, I heard him chanting Lulu over and over. What the heck? I heard Auntie Lulu on the answering machine as I got closer, so that mystery was solved. How cute that he was waiting, listening to his favorite Aunt! I rounded the corner to something more than a doting, starry-eyed nephew thinking fond thoughts of fun times with Lulu. Instead of that angelic scene, I found him mid-hallway, naked, with one hand on his diaper, the other on his, erm, unmentionables, looking down at both with a confused/amused look on his face. The diaper was wet on the outside, and behind him (no idea exactly how that happened) was a puddle. :i
He continued to chant Lulu while I grabbed the diaper, absorbed the puddle (hey, isn't that what they're for?) and scooted him into a new diaper.
Once again, I remember that too much time (in this case, less than a minute) alone and the children get in far too much trouble.
