"I'm still in here, Mom!"
"I'm going potty, but I'm okay!"
As if I think he's going to flush himself down the toilet or something?
When he came out this time, he sat on the couch next to me and lifted his shoes to show me. "Mom, every time I sit on the toilet, my feet wrinkle."
That made me put down my book. "They what?"
"When I have to sit there for a long time, my feet start to wrinkle."
Okay, I was truly puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Not like in the bathtub, when they get all funny. Not like that."
I sat there for a moment, staring at his Lion King tennis shoes and wondering what he could possibly be trying to say. "Do you mean they tingle?"
"Oh, is that what it's called?"
"Yeah." I laughed. "Tingly or prickly or pins and needles. It just means your feet fell asleep."
"I don't blame them." He sighed. "I was sitting there a long time!"