This morning as I was washing dishes, Trixie came into the kitchen carrying a used diaper, flapping in her outstretched arms. I jumped to get it from her, not knowing where she had found it or what might be inside.
Upon closer inspection it wasn’t a used diaper at all. It appeared to be a brand new diaper that she had simply unfolded and brought in to show me. But where did she get it from? “Trixie, did you get this out of the diaper bag?” She nods. Mystery solved and I’ll move the diaper bag off the floor.
About 45 minutes later, I lift Trixie out of her high chair and realize her pajamas are sopping wet. Considering all she had in front of her was a pimento cheese sandwich and a sippy cup, I was pretty confused. What in the hell spilled? And why was it only on her backside and the highchair seat, and not in her lap??
I begin taking off her pajamas and discover her onesie is unsnapped. Then I discover she’s not wearing a diaper either! Trixie has gotten really, really good at zippers, buttons, snaps, locks and the like.
We constantly have to go in and zip her pajamas back up when putting her to bed. We thought she would learn to stop doing it. Instead, I think she learned that unzipped pajamas are a big red flag. Today she must have unzipped, unsnapped, taken off her diaper (sometime right after I changed her because it was totally clean) and zipped back up. It was the perfect crime. Then she even went so far as to bring the evidence directly to me. Diabolical.