Of course, the moment I stick my hands in cookie dough to mix it up, my son yells, “I need to tinkle!” So I decide to brave it and tell him he can go by himself (normally I help make sure he pulls his pants down far enough, aims properly, etc.). When I’m done mixing the dough, I head to the bathroom to check on progress. I hear him flush on my way there and arrive to see that he has successfully used the toilet without making a mess of himself or it. So I exclaim,

Me: Good job, buddy! Did you go potty all by yourself?

Virgil: I did! It’s a Christmas miracle!

Ah, to be a wondrous three-year-old again…

And a Merry Christmas to you, too!