Where is the adult?

Two classic parenting moments happened only moments ago.

First, I am currently potty training Hudson - who has extreme bladder control; it is day one.  In the past he has been willing to go to the potty however not today.  He finally had an accident in his pants.  I pointed at the potty and said, "Hudson, where do we go potty?  In the potty."  Hudson looked at me very sweetly shook his head and said, "No."  He might be the biggest battle of wills potty training yet around here.

Then Dean came in asking for his big stick to play with in the back yard.  My response was, "I'm not really comfortable with y'all playing with those sticks without an adult present."  Caleb, my personal peanut gallery, chimed in, "Mama, where is an adult?"