I'm a terrible mother.
But it never fails: whenever I resolve to be stern & not immediately go check on him, almost every time I walk in to find him lying there in a pool of urine. He just lies there, helplessly, looking up at me with this smug look of disappointment, as if he's about to shake his head at me & say in his cross baby voice, "Now...see what you made me do?"
I swear, as soon as I leave the room, he is purposely loosening the velcro on his diaper just for a chance to rub it in.
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