At least he likes them.

I bought Conner some big boy "panties". Yes, I get lip from Michael for calling them that, but I'm a girl... get over it.


They have cars on them. Red and blue in both briefs and boxers, Conner's knew digs are an effort to get him potty-trained before starting Frazer's Pre-K (3's) in August, which requires girls to be "fully trained" and boys to be ... well... working on it.


Needless to say, my little man is super stoked about his undies, and unwrapped them with pure delight, flinging the plastic wrapping across the room and tearing through the package like a wild bore. I tried them on him, in the midst of a diaper change and made sure to explain to him that he could wear them forever (ok, with appropriate changings) if he would go "pee pee in the potty like a big boy".


He was sad to take them off. So sad, in fact, that he gathered up each pair, clinching them with all his might, gathered his juice cup and headed off to his bedroom for nap. Yes, that's right. He slept with his panties in his arms, holding them tightly while drifting off to dream of a land filled with brand new packages of little boy panties all waiting to be opened and cuddled with.