I'm potty training my daughter. (Right there. That's a reason not to be jealous.) She thought it would be funny to say that she couldn't get her pants up and came running to the living room with her little privates exposed and her pants around her ankles. You know it was funny - the first 10 times she did it. It's no longer funny - particularly when we have company - but she persists. She's like the Martin Lawrence of potty humor.
Don't be jealous of my fabulous life.