While we were packing, Jace found a guitar that we had bought him last year for his birthday along with a cowboy hat. He picked up the guitar, put on the hat, and climbed into the bottom of the entertainment center. He started strumming his guitar, singing, “I need to go potty, you need to go potty, we all need to go potty, so let’s go potty. I need to go potty, I need to go potty…”
So, I told him that if he needed to go potty, to get up and go.
He looks at me and says, “No, Mom, I’m just singing the potty song!”