The Little Blue Door

When Malcolm moved out of diapers I bought him his very own pair of briefs with Curious George to celebrate .
The first time he wore them was during the disastrous potty training Thanksgiving weekend in Montreal, where Malcolm refused to even sit on the toilet (actually it started before we left Ottawa). On the Sunday Malcolm wet himself three times in a period of 1/2 hour before I broke and put a diaper on him. What I could not understand is how his pants were soaked each of those times, but the underwear were magically dry. Curious George must have a talent that I'm not aware of. I finally figured it out that the fly of the underwear gapes, you can imagine the rest.

That is why last night I spent a few minutes huddled over the sewing machine with a three pack of boys briefs, with Curious George staring up at me.