While putting on Drake's pj's, after he stripped down to use the potty for the 5th time,
we talked:
Me: "I don't like when you get out of bed so many times. That makes me upset."
Drake: "Don't get mad at me mom."
Me: "I get mad when you don't listen to me."
Drake: "If you get mad at me I will fly away."
Me: "Why will you fly away?"
Drake: "I will fly forever and be bye bye."
Me: "I don't want Drake to fly away, that would make me sad."
Drake: "Don't worry mom, Superman will fly away and bring me back."
Me: "Oh good, that would make me happy. Why is your hair wet?"
Drake: "Because it was in the potty."
Me: "Why was it in the potty? Did you put your head in the potty?"
Drake: "I did! Its like a bathtub."
Me: "Its not a bath tub! That is very yucky."
Drake: "No, I liked it!"
The End































