He may be potty-trained...

This one. Yep, he's adorable, but he just doesn't get it. He uses the potty without any problems now. It's been days since he's had an accident of any kind. He even wipes his own bottom, a skill that neither of my other kids picked up for years after potty training. But he hasn't quite grasped the concept that he doesn't need to change his clean underpants every time he goes to the bathroom. Yesterday I did five loads of laundry. In those five loads were fourteen little pairs of Diego and Shrek underpants. He doesn't tell me he needs new underpants-- he just goes upstairs and puts them on himself. From now on, his discarded unders are going to get the sniff test, and if they still smell like Tide, they're going right back in the drawer. Maybe we'll get through the weekend without running out.