“No, dear.,” she replied firmly, “This is all that I have that will fit you. I wouldn’t have even had these if Mary hadn’t sent them in the bag home with you. I sorry now that I ever argued with her, she really is a considerate person.”
She pulled up the pants around his waist while she was talking. He looked down and saw that they were not pants but a little boy’s overalls. His Mother made him stand on the floor while she buttoned the straps on his bib for him.
“But what will I do if I need to pee? I can’t open them,” he plainted.
“Just tell me when you have to pee. I’ll come and undress you and put you on the potty.”