We went out for cheap pizza tonight. While we were eating, Tyler was, well, in need of a bathroom. (Does it seem like my stories always start this way?!) He denied he needed to go, but he certainly smelled like he needed to go. Once we were done eating I convinced him to go to the restroom with me. He obediently sat down and went #1. He sat there for a second and said, "See, I didn't need to poop." He hopped up and pulled up his pants. I said, "Well it certainly smelled like you needed to." He continued to struggle with his shorts and said, "Oh. That's just my deodorant. Sometimes I like to wear it. It's just deodorant."
He must have grabbed it from Ron's side of the bathroom. :)
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