This happened a while back. Can't believe I forgot to list it...
I had been making ice cream for a friends birthday. I am a bona-fide ice cream freak, and have a huge noisy ice-cream-making contraption that leaks water, so I have to sit it in the bathtub while it runs.
Yes, we live in chaos.
While I was in the middle of a batch, with many tools and ice-cream machine parts strewn on the (tiny) bathroom floor, Jack announces that he has to go potty.
" No sweat, man", I tell him, "it's all yours".
He come back out after a few minutes,
head cocked to the side,
eyes a little squinty, and informs me,
"Dad, I can't poop with all that crap in there."
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