Of epidemic proportions

I am doing an absolutely horrible job of potty training this go 'round. #3 is 32 months (that's a little over 2 and a half, but--for some weird purely psychological reason--saying 32 months makes me feel better when I'm talking potty training). He's not potty trained and it's totally my own fault. I'm lazy. I have no better excuse than that. But today I realize that my laziness has spread. This is worrisome.

Me: Wow, you need a new diaper. Don't you?

Him: Yep, I do.

Me: Do you want to go to the potty?

Him: Nah.

Me: Then, please go get Mommy a new diaper.

Him: Hmmmm. . .that's a hard one.