The Case of the Exploding Diaper

One day a few weeks ago during this ever-so-fun journey we are on called potty training - the day where he was refusing to take off his Pull-up after his nap in exchange for his big boy underwear - I had an ingenious idea.  An idea that I would soon regret.

"Hey Wyatt - don't you take off your stinky pee pants and throw them at me.  Don't you do it!" I said in a teasing voice.

The kid loves a challenge, and reverse psychology involving something normally off-limits typically works on him.

Sure enough, a 10-minute battle of "I don't want to take off my diaper" was gone in 60-seconds.  The kid whipped his pants down and had his pull-up off so fast I thought for a moment he had aged 15 years and there was a naked girl there beside him!

BAM!  His wet pull-up hit me square-on in the face. It actually hurt, but I had to go along with the game since I had started it.  So we played on the stairs for about 15 minutes, throwing this wet Pull-up back and forth at each other.

Every day since then he's been excited to get his Pull-up or diaper off after he wakes up and trade it in for his big boy pants.  It even has the added benefit of getting him to pee in the potty right away since he's already naked.

Sometimes, however, the Pull-up or diaper launching comes at inopportune times.  Like the other day, when I was on the phone with some business person trying to interpret broken English and Japense and I got socked in the face out of the blue with one.  And then of course Wyatt is in the background giggling hysterically.

This morning was just like any other morning, except that I was already out of the shower and dressed sort of nicely when he woke up, since it happened to be our unit's Thanksgiving fun-day today.  This time, I at least saw the flying diaper coming when he whipped it at me. 

"I going to get Mommy with my stinkin' diaper!" Wyatt threatened, and he tore off the tabs and chucked it at me, hitting me square in my big ol' belly.  However, unlike a pull-up, the diaper was actually not latched together. 

Did I mention that Wyatt drank an entire milkshake and a glass of water before he went to bed? This diaper was chock full.  Chock full of PEE! And it hit my belly so hard it exploded. 

"HAHAHAHAHA, I got mommy with my stinky diaper!"

Have you ever seen the inside of a diaper?  A diaper that is full of pee?  It's filled with these tiny little crystal-like things.  There were so many wet, whitish-yellow diaper crystals all over me it looked like it had snowed a couple inches.  And that a dog had then peed on said snow.

All I could do was laugh.  I was, afterall, the one whose bright idea it was to start throwing the diapers in the first place.

So Wyatt and I had a good laugh about it.  And then he looked at me and said, "Sorry about that, Mommy. Sorry."

Ahh.... the joys of the journey of potty training!