The trials of being three

Liberty turned three on Sunday, and is still not potty trained. I really don't care. She will eventually learn to use the toilet, and I can't teach her the basic info she needs to do so. She'll get it, and I'll help her when the lightbulb finally comes on. However, she's making me nuts with her idiosyncratic personal peeves. She refuses to wear her cloth diapers now. The velcro scratches her butt. She will wear diapers with snaps, but some of them require lay in soakers that shift and bunch. That will send her into hysterics too. So we gave up and bought disposables. Now she says that they scratch her butt too! She wants to wear panties, but she won't even attempt to sit on the potty. Today, she wanted to wear panties five minutes before we had to leave the house to pick up her sister from school. I told her she needed a diaper because we were leaving, but she insisted on panties. Then as we were walking out the door, she threw a fit for a diaper! I said "too late, gotta go", and somewhere between that and the van, she'd taken off her panties and was sobbing for a diaper. It was 200 degrees in the van, and the school is five minutes away. She went commando.