Daddy called the Bear over to the kitchen: Bryson, we need to go to the store to get some butter and milk. Do you want to go?
The Bear: Yes!
Daddy: Well, if you want to go, you need to put on a shirt. (The Bear had been running around commando - only undies.)
The Bear: Ok, Dada. Where is my shirt?
The Bear spots his orange shirt on the floor. Except that Daddy had just used it to wipe down the wet floor.
Daddy: Oh Mr. Bear, don't use that shirt.
The Bear: Why not?
Daddy: Because it had an accident.
The Bear looks up at Daddy very confused: Dada, did you make pee pee or poo poo on my shirt?
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