Situation: We are all riding in our car. Ryan and I are talking, the kids are in the back doing their own thing, when all the sudden we hear....
Ryan Patrick: "I'm a potty"
Me: "What? You need to go potty?"
Ryan P: "No, I'M a potty?"
Me: "What do you mean, you're a potty"
Ryan: "I'm a potty! That Bee just went poo poo on me. I'm a potty"
(I am not sure what Bee he was talking about, but the poo was a chocolate milk stain on his leg. Chocolate milk... poo..., whatever... but apparently, my son is a potty.)
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