Setting: Supper time.
Bridget gets down from her chair and goes back to Carter's room and shuts the door.
Me, yelling from the kitchen, knowing exactly why she headed back there: Bridget, what are you doing?
Bridget: I in Carter's room. (thank you, captain obvious)
Me, still yelling: are you going to finish your chicken nuggets?
Bridget, yelling back from behind the closed door: No, I can't. I'm pooping.
Me: Do you want to go sit on the potty?
Bridget, coming out of Carter's room, having finished her duty: No, I need my diaper changed.
Me: ok, go change it
Bridget: No, I can't. I need mommy to change it. *giggle* I stink!
Welcome to life with a two year old.