It was time for John to go to bed. He was running to his bedroom to get his pajamas on and I thought I caught a whiff of something. I asked John if he was pooey.
His response: "I don't know, let me check."
The dad and I looked at each other in amazement. Seriously, how could you not know?
FYI - he pulled down his pants and he was not pooey.
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