Diaper Addiction

We will soon be hosting a diaper intervention for our dear son, Zane. He is pretty much potty trained - no accidents with underwear all day at school, during naps, etc. He knows very well when he needs to pee or poop. He would just rather do it in his diaper than the toilet. Why? Because, as he says (and I really can't argue with his logic), it's easier. For him, that is. Our arguments of costliness, time-wastiness, environmental-badness and ickiness pull no heartstrings for him. Our stern looks and platitudes of being a big-boy bear no weight next to his laziness.

Case in point, our conversation this morning, shortly after he got out of bed...

Me: Let's change out of that wet diaper. (He will clearly need to wear an extra-absorbent diaper to bed at night for awhile as when he wakes up in the morning it weights about 5 pounds)(Right now that wet diaper is drooping to his knees and he has to waddle around the house)

Zane: Nope-ahs.

Me: Yep - you don't have to get dressed yet. Just put some underwear on. You can put your clothes on right before school.

Zane: But I don't like underwear. I'll put on a pull-up.

Me: Nope - you wear underwear to school.

Zane: But I. Don't. Like. Underwear.

Me: I know, but You. Wear. Underwear. To. School.

Zane: Well, I want to air it out. I'll just go bare bottom. (Come on - this is only marginally easier than underwear)

Me: Fine. But you have to put underwear on for school.

Zane: Okie-dokie-dees

All right, yes, I know that we are enablers. This intervention is as much for us as for him. That's why I bought our last package of pull-ups this weekend and warn Zane on a multi-daily basis that the dwindling pull-ups that he sees on his dresser are his last. That as soon as they're gone, it's all-underwear all the time (we conveniently leave out the night-time reprieve when discussing d-day). He seems to take it in stride. We'll see.