I think it's time for potty training.
Claire (Baby Random #1, 2 years and 3 months) wanders out into the kitchen this morning with bare nether regions, "Daddy! Daddy!" waving a clean nappy from the 'XL Girls' Huggies pack. Inspect toddlerly bum, clean as whistle, check down hall, no puddles on carpet, oh well. Pat on head, put new nappy on for her, she disappears into bedroom and reappears with trousers on (the right way round, even).
Think no more of it until Sarah calls me later to advise that she has found a neatly rolled up, poopy, used nappy on the corner of Claire's dresser drawers, accompanied by a ball of (used) nappy wipes with quantities of poop in evidence therein.
I just wish I'd thought to ask whether she'd folded or scrunched.
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