“I can go potty by myself, okay? Because I’m a big boy, okay?” “Oh, really?” I cross my arms over my chest, smiling. “Is that so?” “Yeah, because I’m almost four.” He holds up four fingers, then shrugs. “I guess I will not need you to take me potty anymore when I is four.” He steps forward, hand on my arm. “But don’t be sad, ’kay? I still need you for other stuff. I just need some privacy, ’cause I is a big boy now. That’s all.”
