Big Bird needs a diaper

This morning Isaac found his little stuffed Big Bird, who had apparently been buried deep within the toy box strata for some time. After running around joyously with his newfound buddy, something suddenly dawned on Isaac. He laid Big Bird down on the couch and started making hand motions around Big Bird's naked waist, saying "Bye-per Bye-per" (Isaac for "diaper"). Then, almost in a Garden-of-Eden moment, Isaac became very upset that Big Bird was unclothed and, worse, might get caught unawares without britches to catch his inevitable poops and pees. I fetched an Isaac-sized diaper and had Isaac help me put it on Big Bird, but it was way too big and that would just not do, oh no. Finally I found an errant swim diaper that was a little smaller and, after rolling up the waistband, the diaper fit Big Bird to Isaac's satisfaction.

Not so much later, as I was helping Isaac dress for the day, it again dawned on him that, while he was donning a shirt, Big Bird had no shirt. Repeat above process for finding Big Bird a shirt. Followed by pants. Oh, and then Isaac's big stuffed Mickey Mouse needed a diaper. I, of course, took my cue and heartily heaped on the praise about "what a good big brother you're going to be!" He's done a little of playing the caretaker with his zoo of stuffed critters before, but never quite like this.