Fibbing

Avi has this new habit of fibbing. It comes out in all sorts of different ways, some more frustrating than others, but the funniest manifestation is when he needs to go to the bathroom. Of course he never wants to go and will deny that he needs to, even when he's doing the potty dance all around the house. I often have to chase him, catch him, and force him into the bathroom, often without a second to spare. He then pees like a race horse and exclaims emphatically, "I TOLD you I had to go!" He delivers it with the utmost sincerity, as if staying in character. Whatever that character is, I don't quite know.