I was outside yesterday evening with my son Hayden - who I should have birthed in a teepee, because the kid never wants to be inside - and I had to excuse myself for a quick moment to pay a visit to the bathroom.
While in there, I could hear Hayden screaming some sort of statement or question from the sidewalk in front of our house, but I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. I asked Cash, who was watching TV, to answer him or at least let Hayden know I couldn't hear him.
But what was I thinking, having the nerve to ask Cash to help out - he defiantly declined, also yelling at me: "I DON"T WANT TO!"
When I made it back outside, I let Hayden know I hadn't been able to understand what he was saying.
"I was asking if you had to go poo-poo or pee-pee." he answered matter-of-factly, as if it was the most obvious reply ever.
Oh.
Good to know.
I'm sure the rest of the neighborhood was curious too.
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