Robert is outside with the kids, grilling chicken and asparagus (it's quite cool and windy, but at least it's sunny!). A moment ago he came rushing in with Liel, who had announced her need to potty mere seconds before she really HAD to go, and had peed in her pants as a result. I took over and got Liel clean and into dry underwear. Liel headed for the deck.
"Where are you going?", I asked. A mama's gotta check, after all.
Liel stopped. "Outside".
"If you're going outside you need pants", I said, quite reasonably.
Liel scrunched up her face. "Nooooo", she said, "Pants-es are not my favorite."