Who was that madman running around the apartment last night before bath time with his balls swinging in the breeze who decided, being diaper-free, it was a good time to pee on the rug? And who responded with astonished enthusiasm to his dear mother's suggestion that he try to aim that thing at his brand new singing potty instead of the carpet. Yes, who was that big boy who sat down to pee like a little drunken sailor on his first shore leave with a song in his heart and the wreck of the Hesperus swirling around in his head?

That's my boy, yo.