My son was talkative today and had me in hysterics all afternoon.

* 1. We were driving to our arts and crafts class and he shat himself, noisily enough that I heard it from up front and the smell wafted up a moment later.
I said, "Oh my Gawd Michael, you stink!" and he replied, "Well, I am a boy."
I said, "Yeah but did you have to do that here and now?" To which he then replied, "Big boys poop Daddy!"

* 2. Fast forward a bit to our arrival at the art center. We are trying to potty train so when he says he has to go, it means NOW, and he starts saying he has to go pee pee.
I quickly pull him out of the van, shuck off the diaper and point him off into the grass. As he starts going, it ran downhill and he was asking, "Where you going my pee pee?"

* 3. We finish up changing and head inside where the receptionist greets him warmly.
"Hello handsome."
"Good morning," he says.
"How are you today?"
"I have gas," he calmly explains.
"Well, I hope you feel better," she said.
"Yeah okay bye," and he walked into class.

That was my day.