Commando is not a Sport

I thought my battles with Dylan had come to an end.
That I finally taught him to get dressed, not run around the house naked.
It was quite the fight, constantly refusing to allow him out with only socks on....LOL

Here is my dilemma.....he now refuses to wear underwear.
pretty much 99% of the time he goes commando.
He won't let me help him get dressed, yells at me daily
"Don't look at me Naked Mama!"

Guess I asked for that one, huh?

He has also learned a bad habit from his "Bobbi" ( Grandma)
My mom taught him how to pee outside....Sigh   Joyous I tell you.
There is actual proof.... embarrassing as this will be for him later in life,
it is in fact a pretty damn funny pic.

We were out in the meadows for our family pictures with baby girl, we do them
every year. No bathrooms close by, Dylan decides that he had to go pee. Right then
and there. Drops his pants in front of another family getting their pictures done by another photographer. He sees the reaction of the family and turns around and snaps a pic.

All I thought at the moment it happened......."Thank God he was wearing underwear...........'

I dedicate this Post to Dylan John.
Happy 4th Birthday Monkey, I Love you!