On Friday I took my granddaughter and my three year old grandson to the library. Olivia looked at many, many books, finally settling on six books about Angelina Ballerina.
Cody walked into the children's section, grabbed a book and said "I want this one!" (Just like a man when he goes shopping.) Instead, he sat on the floor by a box of blocks and began building. As I walked past him, something smelled a little funky. I suspected that he'd passed a little gas so I asked him if he needed to go to the potty.
He said "No Grandma, you'll have to go by yourself!"