Telling on Himself

When my brother and I were kids one of our mom's favorite things to remind us was "A mother always knows." She would say that she may not find out what we were hiding today or tomorrow, but someday she would discover it (so what's the point in hiding it in the first place?). One of the ways that she would find things out from me was that I was the queen of telling on myself. I would feel guilty or stupid about something I'd done and I'd confess it, either directly or in a round about way.

My son is telling on himself already. As I imagine is common among boys, Jack loves to run around with no underpants on. As he is now potty trained, this is not as messy of a problem as it once was. I still put him in a diaper during his naps and at night though. He is usually pretty good about keeping the diaper dry, but I like to have the backup just in case.

Sometimes when I go in to check on him before I turn in for the night he is still awake. It never fails, he will sit bolt upright in bed and say "Diaper off, diaper off!" and begin to look frantically through the sheets for his discarded diaper. When he finds it he will hand it to me and lay down for me to put it on. As I'm securing the Velcro he shakes his head says "No diaper off Mommy" and will then keep it on for the rest of the night. (If he's already asleep when I go in, the diaper is usually either on the pillow or smashed between the wall and the mattress.)

So I have learned two things about my son through this nightly routine.
a) His conscience is just like his mother's
b) He must love the feeling of those cool sheets against his bare tushie!