Life on the road

A conversation between my wife and my potty training 2 1/2 year old son on their way back to St. Louis to pack up our stuff so we can finally move into our own place in Lincoln, overheard via cell phone:

AMANDA: I need to pee. Pete, do you need to pee?

PETE: Pee in the grass?

A: No… mommy can't pee in the grass. We'll need to stop.

P: I can pee in the grass.

A: I know you can.

P: Dogs can pee in the grass.

A: Yes, yes they can. Mike, I gotta let you go.

-end of conversation-