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Friday, January 13, 2006 The rule is that Jared can come into our bed only when the sun is up. So this morning, I was pretty much awake anyway when Jared showed up. As is our modus operandi these days, I asked if he had gone pee-pee yet. He said yes, he had already gone in his pull-up. "Okay," I said, sighing. "Let's go change your underwear." I followed him next door into his room and heard a curious sound coming from his lower half -- a sloshing noise. I considered for a moment that perhaps he had over-peed and the pull-up was unable to absorb it all, yet was somehow able to contain it. I quickly ruled that out as a possibility and chalked it up to still being groggy with sleep. We got into his room and I lifted him up onto the changing table. I unzipped his pajamas (a one-piece, footed number) and started to pull them down when lo and behold, there betwixt his legs was his water cup -- half full and sloshing about. |
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