G’s laying on his belly in the tub, humming and talking to his plastic dinosaurs, which are also in the tub.
Me: Hey, how’s it going? Are you swimming?
G: (looks startled) You go away.
Me: You want me to go away?
Me: What are you doing?
Me: Are you playing with your wee-wee? Yes, we call it a wee-wee. Call me old fashioned.
Me: G, it’s okay to play with your wee-wee in the bathtub.
G: Oh!… You go away.