The other night, our son was sitting on my lap. Suddenly he leaped from may lap and dashed out of the room. A few seconds later, he came back and resumed his position on my lap. Three minutes later he did it again. Upon his return the second time I asked him what he was doing. His reply was quite dryly and logically, “It’s not polite to do stinky tooties on someone’s lap.” Then he rolled his eyes with that “Duh, mom” look.
Then he realized that perhaps he needed to go relax in the bathroom for a while to get them all done. As he headed to the bathroom, he was singing, “Here comes the bride, all dressed in white. Where is the groom? In the bathroom…”