See, what you need to know about the child is that he is an original. The genuine article. A blond haired, blue eyed, dimpled, number one, first class, grade-A, fruit loop.
I sense you need an example.
Imagine, if you will, a frustrated mother telling her child for the umpteenth time that he needs to finish up in the bathroom. It is a poop-or-get-off-the-pot situation. Mother suspects that the child is procrastinating because after he is done in the bathroom it is bedtime.
Now fast forward about 5 minutes.
After calling again to my little man to finish up, I heard him crying. I was not overly worried, since I suspected that this was some minor thing, a stalling technique. Still I went in to check.
There he was, my darling four-year-old, pants-less and holding his head.
And he said this to me:
"I bumped my head on the stupid toilet." [Sniff. Sniff.] Then he gave me a big grin. "I was trying to smell my butt!"
That's my boy!