When the little voice yelled "mom, can you come in here" from the bathroom, several random thoughts ran through my mind.
"Why?" I asked nervously.
"It's vewy important" was the reply.
So I opened the bathroom door expecting some sort of catastropy.
"Yes Butter, what do you need?" I asked, scanning the tiny room for flooding or something foul.
"Uhm, when I ask you for ice cream, can you say yes?... So, can we have ice cream?"
You know a question like that cannot wait until one finishes going potty.
Especially if one is three years old.