Moon at Noon

So, we're starting to potty train Carter, very slowly.  For now, he sits on the potty for about 30 seconds once an hour.  Well, the other day we were in the process, and Carter was on the potty while I was trying to keep him entertained so he'd stay put for the whole 30 seconds.  Wouldn't you know it, the doorbell rings.  I know who it is, and I can't ignore it.  It's a lady who's come to drop off some money for Super Saturday, so I've got to answer.  There's that awkward minute where you look toward the door, look at Carter, then do it all again, and finally say, "Ok, Carter, I have to answer the door.  Stay here, Ok?  Just stay here."  I run to the door, and of course, the lady wants to chat for a bit.  I see her eyes quickly redirect downward toward my left.  I follow her gaze and sure enough, there's Carter, by my knee, pants around his ankles, trying to get out the front door.  I hold it closed and apologize.  We wrap up the conversation and I close the door.  I turn around looking for Carter, and he's gone.  I pick up a diaper and notice the back door is open.  CRAP.  I run outside calling his name, and the lady I just talked to is giggling and pointing down the street.  There's Carter.  Running through the neighbor's yard as fast as his little naked legs can carry him.  My neighbor nearly hit him with her car.  Wouldn't that be epic.  Showing up at the E room with a half naked toddler who's been hit by a car.  Oh dear, I'm really glad no one's called DCFS on us yet.  I think I'd have a mental breakdown.  I can picture it now, me and the social worker. "Have you ever tried potty training an autistic 4 year old? WELL??  YOU give it a try!" So the next time you see a little moon running around outside at noon, stop and help.  I'm sure his mother will appreciate it. 

You'll have to excuse the lack of picture here.  Not only did I not have time to snap one (my mind was on other things), I deem it inappropriate to post nude pictures of my children online.