It starts already

Last week all four of us were in the car when we decided to swing by Sonic on our way home. E immediately started yelling that he wanted a "wa-tar" (his word for any drink). Right as we were about to pull in I noticed a familiar smell in the car and asked E if he had poopy pants. He kept screaming "No. Wa-tar!" and I kept saying "I know you want a drink but do you have poopy pants". After going back and forth this way a few times his reply to whether or not he'd pooped his pants was finally "No. Baby." Poor little A. Her brother is already passing blame on her.