So the other night PJ was brushing his teeth before bed. Of course, he had to go to the bathroom. As is his custom, he just takes his pants off when he goes to the bathroom.
But he's brushing his teeth so I cut him some slack. Anyway, I am standing in the hallway waiting for him to finish, and he is wailing, holding his side, and walking out into the hallway, in pain, with just a shirt on.
"PJ, what's wrong?" I ask him.
"Oh, I hurt myself." He is obviously in some kind of pain, 'duh' I think to myself.
"No, I mean, what happened?"
"I don't know, I hit something."
"Well where does it hurt?"
"Oh, I don't know." He shambles off to his bedroom.
Later on, Kathleen is tucking him in, he says he still hurts."
"What happened, lovey?" Kathleen asks him.
"I just went through all this with dad, why don't you just ask him."