Abort Big Boy Underpants

In theory it all sounded like a good idea. If I can do the big boy bed, I can also probably do big boy underpants. My auntie offered to help do the duty while my cousin was learning the ways of the potty, too. So we got all suited up in Lighting McQueen and My Little Pony. And we got all sorts of treats (cars and dolls) and clapped our hands a bunch when we kept our pants dry. Then my mom started offering me "choc-wit" (chocolate) instead of toys. I don't know what took her so long. It's no secret that food is the motivating force behind everything I do. That was when I started asking to go to the bathroom (followed by a continuous murmuring loop of "pee pee first, eeeennn choc-wit").

All seemed to be going well but then I was back in diapers. No more choc-wit and no more toys. They say it was because there were too many balls in the air. I didn't see any. But whatever.