My troops latest number definitely warrants them a place in Bill Cosby's hall of toddler fame.
We were recently at Disney World enjoying our family vacation, when duty called. The General desperately needed to use the latrine, so the Bear took him to do his business. No sooner does the Bear disappear, when my other two mouseketeers decide that they too have to relieve themselves. So we head off to the restroom.
After my guys were done, I figure that I better make use of the facility as well. So, there I am hovering over the toilet when the Destroyer asks, in the loudest voice possible, "Mommy where's your pee-pee?"
To which the Tank responds, "Mommy doesn't have a pee-pee. She pees out her butt!"