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I don't have to go!


"Do you have to go to the bathroom?"


I plunked the kids down in front of the television for an hour so that Mom could sew a few pillow cases, and I could catch up on a small bit of work. I know, I know, don't use the television as a baby-sitter, but it was the first time in four days, and for only an hour, so I'll still sleep well at night.

Just before they started watching, Mom asked Jackson, "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" He answered "No." When she insisted, "Because it looks like you need to go..." he cried out, "No!" So, we turned on the television, and went to do our tasks.

Sitting next to the couch where Sam and Jackson were sitting, I noticed Jackson kept grabbing his pants. After about twenty minutes, I had enough.

"Jackson, do you need to go to the bathroom?"


"You sure?"


"Because it looks like you do."

"No! I don't!"

"How about you try?"


"Okay, you go try, or I'm going to turn off the television."



Glaring, he looked up at me, and trudged to the bathroom. I stood around the corner and listened, as he peed for 20 seconds straight at full blast.

Right, kid, that's a funny kind of no.