So much for my role as the early morning drop-off pied piper of Samson's class.
Yesterday, as Samson and I settled in to read our customary story, there was a huge crowd gathered over by the bookshelf. Apparently three of Samson's classmates who are already potty-trained were having an underpants showing.
Look, I like to think I deliver a compelling rendition of "I Love Trucks." And I don't want to flatter myself, but I believe my interpretation of "I'm a Big Brother" is both heartfelt and whimsical. But I know when I'm outgunned.
To be honest, I'm not sure Dr. Seuss himself could compete with a Spiderman underpants parade.
Unfortunately (at least as far as Samson's potty-training goes), he was the only one in the class not interested in checking out his classmates' drawers. At this point, Juna might be out of diapers before he is.
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