I was loading up some laundry and looked out the window. There I saw Alex, pants down to his ankles, tiny penis whipped out, peeing off the deck. Meghan was just disgusted but he thought this was great. I could see the wheels turning; "If she says it's okay to pee in the bush/against the wall/behind the tree, it has to be okay to do THIS."
And it SO is.
It's been 4 days now. Only underwear during the day and cloth training pants at night. No break-throughs during the day and this morning he woke up BONE DRY. He probably thought he had just been named Prime Minister based on the party we through him.
The end is in sight. I'm almost there. Hopefully soon, I'll be the lady in the Suburban throwing cloth diapers out the window on the highway.