Playing out in the snow . . .
Fenn, "I have to go potty? Can I pea in the snow?"
Me, "Yes. Get up here and I'll help you get your clothes off"
10 minutes later he finally gets up the top of the hill and I have unzipped his coat, unzipped his snow pants, pulled down his sweats, long johns and undies, and taken off his mittens. I say, "O.k. hold your wiener and pea."
Fenn in very sad winey voice, "Your gonna have to hold it. My hands are freezin."
Katie, "Mel, your gonna have to hold it."