This afternoon I was making dinner and Trout was playing some weird complex game in which she stripped Nemo down to his diaper and wrapped blankets around him, then pulled the blankets off while he shrieked and giggled. There was more to it than that, I think, but that's what got through to my brain which was busy trying to cook and not burn anything.
Anyway, about 10 minutes later I called Sunny over to the kitchen gate (we keep Nemo out of there - it's just easier for all of us) to come in and eat - we've found that shift eating sometimes works better when BigDaddyFish isn't home for all of us to eat together at the table. Nemo followed her with a shit-eating grin on his face and just giggling to beat the band, and I thought he wanted to eat, too. 'Til I looked at him good.
He was playing with a "toy" that had him giggling like crazy, and that toy was his unit, for lack of a better word. He had somehow managed to pull it out of the diaper without taking the diaper off, just kinda draping it over the top, and he was, of course, grabbing at it and laughing like crazy.
I took it to mean he needed a diaper change, which I put on backwards to try and thwart him a bit. I didn't think I'd need to tell him to keep it in his pants for quite a few years yet.