Yesterday Squawk was questioning me about ambulances.

She knows they're for treating sick people, and whenever she sees one she'll put on her face of earnest sympathy and proclaim "Someone's feeling sick!" — but yesterday she wanted to know why this imaginary person was feeling sick. (We've been in the "…whyyyyyy?" phase of toddlerhood for some time now.)

I said there could be lots of reasons, but one was maybe they'd had an accident.

And Squawk got all solemn and wide-eyed and honestly, it was the face of a tiny person contemplating just how horrendous life could possibly be/get, that someone might need a whole truck to come to their rescue, and she whispered: "…Wee-wee?!"

Toddlers, guys. They're bonkers cute.