Bennett is almost three and still frequently wets his pants because he's too distracted by having fun to stop and take a break. However, when he say stuff like this, I'll forgive him:
(As I'm walking out to the backyard where he and Brian are playing. )
B: Mom. You can't come out on the field. You can watch. That means you will supervise.
Me: *without words to respond*
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