Out of the Mouths of Babes - Part One Million

The other day, before we got in the car, I asked Malcolm if he needed to go to the bathroom. He said no.

A few minutes into our drive, I saw he was squirming in his seat like he really had to go. Instead of accusing him (he hates it when I say that he has to go to the bathroom, even when he does), I asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm doing the pee pee dance for fun."

Luckily, we did make it home dry that day.