Legal Note: This is potty humor. Through and through. I hope it doesn't make you think less of me. Less than you already do, that is.
Scene: I am in the kitchen putzing around (ok, eating a box of donuts) and T9 is in the bathroom, sitting on the throne with the door ajar.
Me: [Yelling from the kitchen so he doesn't see the donuts] You alright in there, kid?
T9: [To himself] Come on THING. You can do it!
T9: [To himself] Go, T9, go! Go, T9, go! Go, T9, GO! GO, T9, GO!
Me: The hell--?
T9: [To himself] YESH! I knew I could do it!