| During our 25 minute commute home.
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| Indy: | Owie, Mama! I got an owie in my belly!
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| Me: | Are you okay? Do you have to go poo poo on the potty?
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| Indy: | Yes...
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| *from the car window, he looks out at the trees in the field next to our intersection.*
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| Indy: | That's a big tree....that tree isn't a potty.
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| Me: | ............
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| *Thinking about all the times that the child's father has told me he's had to RESIST the strong and almost "animalistic" urge to pee on trees whenever he's in the wilderness...*
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| Indy: | I can't go poo poo on that tree...
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| Me: | That's right, you should wait until we get home and you can go on the potty.
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| Indy: | ......I can't pee on that tree. I can't poo on that tree. |
