Alex, Andrew, and I were playing in the back yard this afternoon running around, playing chase and tag, and the like, when I was finally worn out and needed to come in for a rest.  We were sitting down at the table eating our freezie pops when Andrew said,

“After a we finish these we can go outside for another couple of minutes.”

“No, I don’t think I’m going outside again, I’m pooped!”

“What?”

“I’m pooped.”

“In your pants?”

“No, not in my pants.”