As I was putting James to bed last night, the conversation went something like this:
Me: James, when do you want to start going to the potty? Because I think it's about time. You're three. (He looks at me, clearly considering the question.)
James: No, I not. I'm toot. (Okay, so I laugh a little on this one.)
Me: Well, you used to be two, not toot. But now you are three.
James: Oh. O-kayyyy. No toot.
Me: Right. Three. So do you want to go to the potty soon?
(He looks at me, kinda cocking his head to the side. He sighs and throws his hands in the air.)
James: I just don't know, Momma.