Batteries

This morning Sam was laying in bed and all of a sudden exclaimed "Potty!" (as in "I need to go").

I looked at him and said "Well - get up and and go. I don't want potty in my bed!" (Because, of course, he spends his last couple hours of sleep time with me. It gets so lonely in his room around 5am, you know.)

"Carry me."

"Are your legs broken?" (Yes, I am becoming my mother. Well, that's not true. I already have become my mother.)

"No. They're not broken. They need new batteries."