This post originally aired on November 11, 2006 and is being featured as a guest post on The Bump today in light of a friend’s recent plight with the toddler-diaper-removal game.

I just went back up to my daughter’s room where I expected her to be sleeping. Scratch that, where I wanted her to be sleeping but had my doubts by the “thump thump thump” I suspected was coming from her room. I opened the door, ever so slightly, and saw my toddler’s little hiney shining in the crack of light streaming through her room. “LB!” I open the door further to see her butt naked crouching in the corner of her stripped crib.

Apparently she pulled the sheet off, unzipped her footy PJs and pulled off her diaper. When I walked in she was huddled in the corner like Ape Man picking through leaves or rocks. I still don’t know what, exactly, she was doing but I suspect she was thinking of peeing on something. I foiled her plan just in time, though.

If you don’t believe in evolution, that’s ok. But when you walk in on your daughter hunched in the corner of her crib butt naked? Well, you resolve real quick to never let her wear her PJs to nap again and stock up on snap onsies. “MUHAHAHA” you think.  Survival of the fittest. And mommy always wins.

Also, if you have babies and need diapers, you can enter to win a YEAR of diapers and wipes. Peeps, that’s like a small house in New Mexico. Or a second mortgage. Or a shitload of diapers.. uh.. literally. So go sign up to be a member of The Bump and you can win a year of diapers and wipes. (Contest details here.