B: I have to go poop.
Me: Okay. Call me when you're done.
B: Mama, I have a confession to make.
[Edges close to me, whispers in my ear.]
B: It's too scary because the light is off.
[I accompany him to the john and flip on the light.]
[Two minutes later.]
B: I'm do-o-o-one.
[I enter the bathroom to find him undressed, seated on the toilet, holding his pants.]
B: Wait! Start over!
[I leave the bathroom and then announce my return. I enter the bathroom to find him still seated, this time with the pants over his head.]
First time I've heard the kid say "I have a confession to make." Maybe it's from a SpongeBob script?