The nice weather had us outside again, this time for a walk around the block.
Kellan jumped into the wagon, and I clipped his seat belt to hold him captive.
I held Bowen on my hip in a sling.
We strolled slowly, with no place to be and no time constraints.
"Am I wearing undies?" Kellan interrupted the peace.
"Yes..." "Did you have an accident?" "Do you need to go potty?"
"No, I don't." he responded.
My husband and I looked at each other and shrugged it off, figuring it would just be a fun surprise when we eventually got home.
I'm happy to report, though, that he was in fact dry.