wet
while i was being naughty and writing emails instead of playing, paul was placidly watching tv... up until he started to whisper.
paul: [stage whisper] change!
me: change?
paul: change.
me: change diaper?
paul: uh-huh.
me: [silly voice] change diaper? change diaper?
paul: [giggles]
me: [distracted by email]
paul: change! diaper! change! diaper! change! diaper!
me: okay, okay, let's go to the changing table.
me: [picking paul up from the seat]
paul: wet!
me: oh my sweet jesus, you wet the chair.
paul: pee!
me: you certainly did.
paul: [giggles]
me: sigh.
my bad. thank goodness we own no heirloom furniture.