Hayden: (Walks out of the bathroom into my bedroom. Comes over to give me a hug. Looks up at me sweetly and says, so earnestly...) Mom, I really do wish you had a wee-wee.
Me: Ew! Not me! I don't want one of those things!
Hayden: (again, ultra serious, sort of frustrated I find this topic a joking matter) Mom. Really. You should have a wee-wee.
I started laughing, since Hayden made it sound like the only reason I don't have a wee-wee is because I haven't gone out and bought mine yet.
Me: Why do you want me to have one?
Hayden: Because, when I go places I can just stand, like this and tee-tee (he demonstrates, of course) But, when you go places, you have to do this (he then does a pretty accurate impression of me, squatting, hovering over a public potty).
Again...much laugher on my part.
Hayden: Mom, I'm serious. Standing is much better than what you do.
I was still laughing at how matter of fact he was about this subject. He wasn't acting like it's unfortunate I don't have a wee-wee. He seemed to be trying to sell me on the idea of purchasing one. The whole situation felt like a sales pitch.
Me: Well, even if I wanted one, where would I get it?
Hayden: (thinks for a second...sighs a couple times). I don't know. (another sigh) I just WISH you had one.