I guess it's good that I love dogs

So I spent a large chunk of the afternoon in the yard with the boys yesterday. While Little Dog and I were busy blowing bubbles, Big Dog got quiet, a bit too quiet for my liking. I took a quick glance and didn't see him so I called out. "Big Dog, what are you doing, buddy?" and he called back,
"I'm over here mommy, peeing on the grass" I looked over and sure enough, he had his pants down squatting over the lawn. "Big Dog, if you need to go potty while we're outside, you need to tell me and we'll go inside" he replied "No mommy, I'm peeing on the grass like a dog" "But Big Dog, you're a little boy, not a dog, right?" "No mommy, I'm a dog. Roof."

I guess I should look for the silver lining and at least be happy he has a good imagination, right?