


Last Sunday night Keely & Co. were over for dinner. Afterward the kids wanted us to turn on the music and they started dancing. We, of course, were egging them on. At one point Keely was sweating so Lisa took her sweater vest off. Max then insisted that we remove his shirt. He really loosened up after that which got a big laugh from the group. Keely wanted to milk that reaction for all it was worth, so she pulled Max behind the wall, and when they reappeared, Max had taken his shorts off too.
We started laughing and cheering, and I kid you not, he sets his feet more than shoulder width apart, puts each hand on the things that secure his diaper, and rips his diaper off. All the while dancing like his life depended on it. Oh. My. Gosh. We almost died we were laughing so hard. I mean, what in the world? It was shocking. Really. But so very funny.