Before my son Nate was potty trained, I would put him down for a nap—you know, the kind where they don’t actually seem to sleep. One day, after about an hour, I went into his bedroom to check on him and discovered that my son was a budding Picasso. Unfortunately, the medium he chose was poop, and his canvas—the freshly painted walls of his bedroom. After several incidents, I seriously contemplated duct taping the diaper to his butt. Fortunately, my husband came to the rescue by finding Onesies™ big enough to fit him and a snug pair of blue jeans.