This evening my son’s diaper looked weighted, so I decided to let him air it out while I finished with the dishes. Bubbie, our new housemate, thought it a bad idea, for he would urinate on the floor. I reminded her that he was not a dog, and would be fine.

Five minutes later, wouldn’t you know it! Before the peanut gallery saw, I quickly wiped it up and went on cleaning the kitchen.

“Ah, ha! He’s not a dog,” said Bubbie.

As my son began walking over to the now, clean wet spot, I said (in my gruff voice), “No! No!” When he gave me his innocent look, I told Bubbie to shake a can at him.