This one has a little nap. That one has a silly hat.
no, really - he does. See?
The Toddles is flaring into a complex little person, capable of toileting when bare-arsed, confident that no such effort is needed when diaper-arsed. And please note: as per the Toddles, there is only a minor distinction between diaper and pull-up/training pants. I am hardly in a position to argue.
He's a rather focussed little fellow, when he gets into gear, and his internal rhythms and logic are a little too sturdy for my tastes. But, as a friend once said, when I complain of uncooperative kids, she's still checking mine for a pulse. Um. Well. And the Toddles does come by a good deal of his internal certainty honestly. Trust me: the Man and I have been having the same (er) conversations for years for a reason possibly related to this. Possibly.