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Tripp has been potty training.  He actually does great most days.  We have had very few accidents.  Last week I picked him up from school looking like this:

He could have cared less.  He had somehow gone to the bathroom in his britches, without getting his underware wet.  It is still a little bit of a mystery.  Anyways, after they took his pants off, he put his boots on, and went to lay down on his nap mat.  Before his teachers could get his pants on him, he was asleep.  I asked him when I picked him up if he wanted his clean pants on, and he said no.  I think he was loving all the laughs, points, and giggles that were coming his way.