Waking Up in Strange Places.....

So Ian wakes me up in the dead of night. Kate has no clock in her room, so I have no clue what time it is.  He's naked. (No, I'm not dreaming, but I'm irritated) and he says,
"Mom, I overflowed my pull-up.  I need a new one!!" and he's all bent out of shape.
All I can think of is my mother's couch, which he was sleeping on, and hoping he is confused as he often is about just peeing in his pull-up and actually overflowing it and getting his pj's wet. 
But he's being really loud and Kate and Morgan are trying to sleep and I'm completely annoyed I'm not sleeping (I may have mentioned that).  So I jump out of bed, shushing him and, sans glasses (this will be important later) I rifle through one of our suitcases and hand him a pull-up.

The next morning, I come down and Ian is just in his pajama shirt and a pull-up.     
A pink, size 2T/3T pull-up with princesses on it.
Because he's wearing Morgan's pull-up.

;)