MY SON HAS DRY PANTS!!! MY SON HAS DRY PANTS!!!
Okay, not that it's going to create world peace, but it's a wonderful, awesome thing. I've been telling people on the street - I keep expecting the Hallelujah Chorus to sound whenever I think of it - Cassidy finally understands, and is very nonchalant about the whole thing, calmly requesting Scooby-Doo underwear and running off to the potty by himself. I'm the one still waving the flags and gleefully recounting the days he's stayed dry to my poor suffering husband. The next hurdle? Either getting rid of the damned binkie (which he uses only at night) or tying his shoes, one of the two. And what was the ditty about the rabbit's ears that our mothers used to teach us how to tie our shoes??
