Today I ran inside for a quick second while Wyatt waited on the deck. When I came back out, his pants were around his ankles.
"What are you doing? Do you need to go potty?"
"No, I already went potty." (Over the side of the deck. What IS it about boys and peeing outside?)
"Why didn't you just come inside and go?"
"Because I thought to myself, if I go inside I'll pee in my pants. Because I had to go really really bad."