During dinner, Jaclyn asked Miles if he needed to go potty.
“No!” he exclaimed reflexively. Then, in an apparent moment of enlightenment, “…I need to go potty.”
Jaclyn rushed him to the potty and he sat down, bits of food still on his fingers. Jaclyn grabbed a napkin and started wiping him off.
“I got food on there,” Miles observed, looking at his hands.
“You’ve got a lot of food on your hand, huh?” Jaclyn asked.
“I got a lotta crap, too.”