It had taken two long years of sitting on the potty, reward charts, and the constant exasperated moaning of your mother "Benjy, not again!", but you'd finally done it. You were potty-trained. And to prove it, you had a whole drawer full of printed undies (and some pull-ups for night time, but you tried not to pay attention to those too much).
The first morning after your Mama announced you could start wearing big boy pants, you got yourself out of bed (dutifully ignoring the sodden pull-up between your legs), and ran over to your drawer to pick out a pair of undies to change into.
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