This morning, so far, Jack has stayed dry, but only because I have reminded him to use the toilet and placed him on there every time I think he might need to go.
Jack was climbing the shelves of our storage room and found some single-serve Kool-Aid packets. When he asked if he could have some I told him he had to use the potty first. We went up to the bathroom and I asked if he had dry pants. He cups his hand over himself and looks at me with a sad look and says, "They're wet. I peed in them."
Because it's his first accident of the day I was able to keep it pretty cool. I gave him my best I'm-disappointed-but-it-will-be-okay look and start to think of where he might have had the accident when he perkily adds, "They're dry!" I step up to him and feel that, sure enough, they are dry.
My kid is totally playing me.