Grownups don't pee in their pants. They do it in the toilet.
The only reason I didn't tell him The Truth before was because I am extremely lazy. It is a lot easier to change a diaper than it is to stockpile M&M's, purchase expensive big boy underwear with huge decals on the booty, make sticker charts, line up bribery Thomas-the-Trains on the bathroom windowsill, and constantly quiz a toddler about the state of his bladder - "Do you need to go potty? How about now? Do you need to go some more?"
We are five days in, and he has had dry underwear as long as he gets an hourly reminder. (So how long do I do this? The reminding, I mean? I am pretty sure I have other things to do besides randomly grabbing his "area" and saying "Are you still dry? Let's go potty!")
I thought we pretty much had it under control enough that he could wear big boy underwear to school. He did great, for the most part.
I picked him up today and this is what he said:
"I... I... I... I... I... I... (only Kanye West stutters with more grace) I... I... POO POO IN MY BIG BOY THOMAS DA TWAIN UNNERWEAR!"
Oh, yeah. About that... there is more to The Truth, sweetheart.