Backwards Day

At 4:09 a.m., a tired C stumbled into our bedroom. Fully dressed in new clothes. With a rugby shirt on -- backwards. I asked him if he got himself dressed. He said yes, and that he had an accident in his bed (something that does not happen often). I pulled the sheets off the wet bed, examined the damage a 3-year old can do while trying to dress himself in the middle of the night (it seems he first went through the t-shirt drawer) and got him pajamas to sleep in for the rest of the night (by this point, a mere hour and a half). Since he already had picked out his clothes, all we had to do was put the pants and shirt back on. And, add a pair of underwear to the outfit.