Aydenism

11:18 p.m.
AJ is up after a mere 2 hours in bed, perky as ever and talking like he snorted some speed in his sleep. He is babbling on a mile a minute, excitedly playing with the Polar Express Train Set and (loudly) regaling us with stories and perils of the Polar Express.
Suddenly, he pops up, grabbing his butt:

AJ: "OH! I gotta go poop!"
Steve and I together: "ok. go."
AJ turns and runs approximately 3 steps and comes to a screeching halt.
"Hey, can you turn the wight on for me?" he implores, as he hops about, no doubt about to poop his pants at any second, because as any 3 year old boy knows, you don't go to the bathroom until it's about to burst from your bowels. Especially if there's trains involved.

I get up and walk to the bathroom with him, and flip on the light.
I watch as he starts stripping off all of his clothing. A trait that he learned from his brother.

Me: "AJ, you don't have to take off ALL of your clothes when you use the toilet"
He ignores me.
Me: "AJ. You don't have to take. off. all. your. clothes."
AJ: "O-KAY mama. But you have to weave me awone now.
I gotta poop now"

I leave.
As I'm walking down the hall....

AJ: "AND DON'T TOUCH MY POLAR EXPRESS TRAIN!!!"