Best two-of-three and Camille wins. Two outfits down and I had to give in to the diaper for nap.
She’s making an effort, though. While I was upstairs cleaning up, she pulled down her pants, ripped off her diaper and slipped an arm out of her top (why?) and said she had gone to the potty. She even flushed.
Yeah, right.
Mom’s got afternoon duty on this snowy day. Will she or won’t she go for the panties?