That Baby demanded that his clothes be removed.
That Baby: Mom. Mom. Mom. Mooooom. Cockoff (uhh… socks off). Pents. Pents. (Pants) Off. Shoort. Shoort. (shirt) Off.

He then made quite a show of removing his diaper. He pulled on it. He pushed on it. He stretched it. He yelled at me. He held his breath. He cried. All while I tried to explain to him that he didn’t know how to use the toilet yet and so he would need to keep the diaper on so that we didn’t have any extra messes to clean up.

Finally, he got the diaper off. He ran around the house. He pointed out his penis to the cats. They ran. He crawled onto the couch. He whizzed on the couch.

I guess it could have been worse.