WARNING:

This post may contain some nudity.

But don't worry, I didn't have my camera with me...

So, our library here in VA is great, with the best story-time we've been to (and we've been to a lot of story-times in a lot of places). After story-time today, the boys and I were looking through the shelves for books and movies to check out. That's when I heard, "My pants are wet!" It was Camden, so without looking I simply told him that we should go pee in the potty. See, lately Camden has become convinced that if he feels the need to pee then he must have already done it...in his pants. He hasn't. This happens all day every day, and his pants are always dry. Okay, so back to the library. He's now whining that his pants are too wet because he peed. So I turn around to take him to the potty and go through the ten-minute ritual of convincing him that the pants are dry. That ritual usually ends in the threat that he will either wear the DRY underpants or go to time-out. Yeah, I'm a really compassionate mother sometimes. Well, what do I see standing behind me? My three-year-old with his (dry) pants around his ankles...and a very full children's section of the library. Yes, these are the moments I cherish.