Brody here, thought I'd take a stab at this blog thing since Baylor got to yesterday. First you must concentrate very hard on the situation at hand, which happens to be the removal of a diaper. A diaper in which I am supposed to be wearing because I cannot pee in the potty like the big boys do. My mom doesn't like it when she has to start a sentence beginning with, "where did you put your diaper?"
It often helps if you stand up, especially in a dangerous old chair that swivels.
You must make lots of grunting, groaning and pull as hard you can on the stinkin diaper. I also changed chairs for better stability, this one was much sturdier and a lot less conspicuous.
...then you have to look cute, because if you look cute then mom doesn't get as angry. Hey there mom, I'm cute.
Finally! After a few minutes of agonizing stretching, pulling, grunting and groaning, the diaper is ready to be removed and I am ready to pee on the floor. Wahoo! I plan on repeating this process numerous times until both of my parental units have resorted to using duct tape (it's been done before!) It brings me such joy and I can see it in my parents eyes that it brings them great joy too :)