I have previously expressed my incredulity here and elsewhere at the idea that my kids will learn even more stuff about becoming real human beings than they know now. They have already gone from screaming little wriggly red balls of unfocused panic to tiny proto-people who can walk, jump, dance, feed themselves, utter a handful of words, and use a mish-mash of communication techniques to let their desires and demands be known to their faithful manservant and his supervisor.
All this in just under nineteen months! It seems crazy to ask more of them.
And now I'm told that that there will come a day when they will no longer do their dirty, sinful business in their diapers!