This morning we went to practice, and it was going to be just me and my son (who is, you know, practicing). At the words “time to leave” the baby grabbed her shoes and claimed a car seat – referencing No Child Left Behind. So off we went.

Moments after we arrived, I knew something was wrong. Not with my son, he was busy learning advanced techniques and such, but with my daughter. Specifically, every two steps she had to reach down and pull up her pull-up.

She was wearing this dress, so it (the pull-up) kept falling down.

To her ankles.

Being the well-prepared father that I am, I of course did not bring a diaper bag or even a spare pullup. Or panties, for that matter. It quickly became clear that this thing was coming off – whether I was ready or not.

You have never seen a child so happy as one that can run around a gymnasium, flashing all of our friends and neighbors and more than a couple of my co-workers. She did everything but shout “I’m free!“