I can just poop in the pool.

Over the past few weeks, I've been fortunate to spend a lot of one-on-one time with my son.  We took a trip to Disney World - which was exciting and exhausting all at the same time - and have spent a lot of time hanging out at home, playing games and whatnot since I'm on break from work right now.  More time with my son = more time for him to say hilarious things to me.

"I don't want to go to college."
On Christmas day, my grandmother graciously gave Gavin some money.  When he opened it, I said, "Yay! This will help you to go to college!"  He just looked at me.  Not five minutes later, he crawled in my lap, tears streaming down his face.  "What's wrong?" I asked him.   I mean, it's Christmas, you just got a boat load of toys.  What could you possibly be said about?  He tells me in his tiny, sad voice, "I don't want to go to college."  I think he thought he had to go right then.  I assured him he could at least wait until after kindergarten.

"LOOK!  PANTS!"

This Christmas was amazing, mostly because Gavin was SO excited.  It made the whole experience so fun, and it made me incredibly happy to see his happiness and enthusiasm.  He was so enthusiastic he was like a hummingbird on crack.  When opening his first set of presents (you know how it goes - you don't just have ONE Christmas, you have 16 with 400 different people) he was excited about every single gift he got.  Every.  Single.  One.  Each time he opened a gift, he would scream out what it was and run around the room showing it to everyone.  What made me laugh the most was when he opened a package, and with the same enthusiasm as if he had just opened the best toy in the world, he screamed, "LOOK!  PANTS!"  I've never seen someone quite so excited about pants.

"I can just poop in the pool."

We only spent four days in Florida, but it was long enough to not only visit "Mickey's House" but also to spend a lot of time in the pool.  After purchasing a few pool toys for him to play with, Gavin easily spent 6 hours a day in the water.  Like all kids, he wasn't a fan of getting out of the pool to use the bathroom, but he always did.  (If he didn't, he would have told on himself.  "Mommy, I peed in the pool.")  One day, as he was splashing around in one of the kiddie pools, he yelled, "Mom!  I have to poop!"  (Luckily, there weren't many people around.)  I told him that was fine, he just needed to get out and dry off first.  He looked at me in all seriousness and said, "I can just poop in the pool.  See it has a drain!"  Uh, not so much.