Zack thinks that if he yells really loud in public he can embarrass us enough to get us to stop doing what ever we're doing to him that he doesn't want us to do. For example we were walking into Costco the other night and Chrissom told Zack that he needed to hold hands in the parking lot. Of course that didn't fit Zack's style of running of way so Chrissom took hold of Zack's wrist. Zack immediately started yelling, "Ow my arms, ow my arms!" as loud as he could.
Later after eating a gourmet meal in the food court, I took Zack to the bathroom because he was showing signs of having to poo. Of course by the time I'd gift wrapped the toilet, sat him on it, and accidentally let the pee hit his pants, he firmly declared that he didn't have to poo just pee. So I took him back to Chrissom so we could finish our delicious meal. Well that didn't fit Zack's style of running away, so I held onto him while trying to feed him his hot dog. He started yelling "I poo, I poo, I poo!" We just laughed.
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