There is no polite way to put this: you’ve started to crap your pants again.
After at least 6 months of absolutely, positively no accidents, one day you sat eating dinner and just… peed. There was a puddle of pee under your chair and you didn’t really give a damn. It was like an alien came in and removed that part of your brain. The part the tells us no self-respecting person eats while sitting in their own piss.
And you have fully committed to this regression, I’ll give you that. Last night, you actually pooped in the tub. That’s takes dedication.
Initially, we started putting your toys in Toy Jail. But then it seemed you may actually piss yourself and then just come over and hand us your toy to lock away because you could have really cared less. We’re now trying positive reinforcement with a “Dry Pants Sticker Chart” and promises of a new Humpty Dumpty. We have yet to see if this will work, since we have yet to have one “Dry Pants” day.
So, I’m perplexed. I can’t make you go to the bathroom any more than I can make you go to sleep. However, I am about to make you do your own laundry.
