This evening, Gavin kept an eye on Oliver while I made dinner. Before they came downstairs Gavin asked:
“Was O wearing a diaper when you went down?”
Yes, I changed him.
“Where did his diaper go?”
How should I know? I’m downstairs.
“Was his door closed when you went downstairs?”
Turns out O had removed his diaper, thrown it away, and pulled his pants back up. When it was time to go downstairs, O dropped his pants exposing his diaper-free rear.
O has taken off his diaper and tossed it before, but this is the first time (to my knowledge), that he’s put his pants back on.
Smart little fellow.