Matthew: "Mom, I may have to use a bathroom in a few minutes...gotta poop."
Mom: "Matthew, really? We just left the city where there were about 100 bathrooms available...you couldn't have thought of this one minute ago?"
Matthew: "When you gotta go, you gotta go. But no worries. I can hold it."
Mom: "Good. I think you're going to have to, for about a half hour."
(silence for a minute or two)
Seth (laughing, but laughing with an edge of horror...he undoubtedly knew what was coming): "Matthew, why are you putting one of the dog's poop bags down the back of your pants?"
Matthew: "Well, I said that I needed to poop. What better reason to use a poop bag?"
Honestly, that child. I can just never predict what crazy or weird thing he's going to do next.
(And no, he did not do the deed. I yelled at him to stop before he proceeded any further. But had I not put a stop to it, I can guarantee that he would have given it his best shot.)