The backstory: Sassafras House was built in the 1930s so there is only 1 bathroom upstairs; we must share that room. Some mornings this creates a high demand situation. Last week, while JT was attending a baseball camp that began at 9 am, we had one of those mornings. I was in the bathroom when he awakened and the following conversation ensued.
SM: Do you need the toilet?
JT: Yes, I am the heir to the throne.
Because I needed confirmation that the kid is mine.