"Mommy, I poopy, I poopeeeee?"
What I heard:
"Mommy, I have a poopy diaper, will you change it, prettypleaserightnow?"
How I responded:
"Buddy, I'm fixing lunch right now, but I'll change you when I am done, OK? Have patience, you can wait a few minutes."
What he actually meant:
"Hey, Mom! You know how before we left this morning, you put a diaper on me? Well, when I was supposed to be finding my coat, I actually got undressed, took the diaper off, and put my pants back on over, well, nothing. That's right, I have been without a diaper all morning. Even in the car, and through the errands we ran. Yup, I've been naked for a few hours now, and I've been dry the whole time. And now, I really have to pee, so could you give a kid a hand?"
How I felt when I ignored his whining and then watched as he peed all over himself and the living room floor:
Well, let's not even go there. But it was baaaaaad.