So, my parents babysat for us when we went to a party on Saturday night.

When we got home, we had the usual discussion about how he was, did he stay in bed etc. My dad says, "he must have gotten up once, his door is open."

"Did he get up to use the potty?"
"I don't know, we were downstairs."

OK, I think to myself, I guess I'd better go check on what state he's in, his door's already open, so the squeak won't wake him. I know he can take his diaper off, but can't put it back on again.

So I walk into his room and there he is sprawled out on his bed, face down, stark naked, dead asleep. Too funny.

I manage to get him into a diaper and easily back to sleep-if I hadn't, his bed would have certainly been wet in the morning.

Then my mom says, "Well, he went to the bathroom right before he went to bed, I guess he got up again." This whole thing just makes me chuckle.