Mom, drop it

After 10 minutes of ignoring Caleb's pleas, I finally went upstairs to see what the heck was going on. He kept telling me he had dropped it. So I started picking up everything that was on the floor that he had dumped out of his bed--blankets, sippy cup, pillow. But he just started crying harder and saying "potty." So I reach up and instead of a diaper, I find something else. Whoops! So I turn on the light and Caleb's diaper and shorts have been thrown half way across the room and he desperately wants to go "potty toilet." Well, nice try, but the diaper and shorts are going back on and if I have to I'll restort to the too-small onesies to keep that diaper on. But hey, I'm glad he's so interested in being potty trained. I really find the whole thing funny, and I wish I could have taken a picture of what I saw when I turned on the light, but I'm told half-naked little boys on the Internet isn't really a good idea.