Not From Here

While watching Adam play soccer:  No one around, no one else watching the game but us.  Ares is dancing around.
Me:  Ares, do you have to go potty?
Ares:   No.
forty seconds later
Ares: I have to go potty!!!!
walking towards a tree (about 60 feet away), dancing and holding himself, but passing a large garbage can
Me: Ares, can you make it to the tree over there?  pointing at the tree
Ares:  Uhm... looking down at himself  not from here, I have to get closer.   (He thought I was asking him if he could hit the tree from where we were! Bwaahaha!)

While at the tree:
Ares:  Look! I'm watering the tree!  I'm making it grow!  Grow! Grow!
Me:  laughing  Ares, pull your pants up now, these guys don't want to see your butt.  (They were a good ways away, and weren't paying a lick of attention, but I wanted him to get moving.)
Ares:  looking hurt  What?  They don't like my butt?