So, the Cub is busy with that rite of passage, learning to use the toilet. He’s quite insistent that he can do it all by himself, and we’re to leave him alone in the bathroom.
Last night, he seemed to be taking quite a long time to come out, so I stuck my head in and asked if he needed help. “No!” He was sitting on the floor, busy trying to pull his underwear back up.
I was going to leave him to it, but I noticed that his underwear was awfully bunchy. Then I noticed that it was a lot of different colours. It finally dawned on me - he was wearing more than one pair of underpants, and was having trouble pulling them all up.
“How many pairs of underpants are you wearing, Cub?” I asked.
“Five or six” was the casual reply, as he continued pulling and grunting.
I left him to it and asked Mrs Piper about it. “He decided to wear as much underwear as he could,” she explained. “Didn’t really explain why.”
After a while, he came toodling out, looking quite content with himself, although rather bunchy.
Odd, but if it helps him along, I’m all for it!
(of course, this episode was followed shortly thereafter by him announcing that one of his toys was in the toilet, which I then accidentally flushed away while trying to get it out, leading to much tears, so the evening wasn’t all beer and skittles.)