He made it himself

His cry rang out loud and clear from the upstairs bathroom.

"Mooooooooommmmmmyyyyyy!"

"Do you need me, Jacob?" I yelled back, hoping the answer was no.

"Mooooooooommmmmmyyyyyy! Just come here!"

I trudged up the stairs and found him seated just where I had expected.

"Do you need something?" I asked, hoping he could solve this potty issue on his own.

"Mommy," he said, batting those long lashes and staring up at me with those big brown eyes, "stay here with me."

"Why do you need me to hang out in the bathroom with you?" I inquired.

"Because," he answered, "I need you to just wait. I'm making you something."

Gee. Thanks.