Today I was downstairs, and it was about time for Kevin to get home from school. I heard him crying, and thought maybe the front door was locked or something. So I started running upstairs, and just as I got near the door he burst in and yelled, "I have to go poooooooooo." So he's standing there, trying to get his coat and backpack off, crying and yelling, "I have to go to the bathroom. I have to go now. It's coming. I'm not going to make it. Oh no! Oh no!"
So, the poor little boy gets to the bathroom, still sobbing his heart out, and says "I went in my pants." So we got him all cleaned up, which is always a good time, and I got him in the bath. And then he said, "That was scary." For me too, buddy.