"Devin, do you have to go potty?"
He was holding himself like he does when he has to go potty or when he's bored. I never can tell the difference.
He didn't have to go potty. But, I mentioned to him it would be bad if he wet his pants.
"Like you?" he asked.
"I don't wet my pants," I assured him.
"You did at Disney World."
And, it's true. I did. It had rained, and I walked into a store with a marble floor in my traction-less shoes, fell down, and wet my pants. After 38 years and 2 kids, I'm entitled to wet my pants every time I attempt to crack my skull.
But, I probably shouldn't mention any future accidents to Devin.