Gasoline

Coming out of the bathroom.
Jack: Mom, I need you to feel my forehead.
Me: (feeling his forehead) you feel fine to me.
Jack: My forehead is hot!
Me: Here feel mine, it is hot too, do you feel okay
Jack: (feeling my forehead) No
Me: What's wrong?
Jack: I've got gasoline
Me: You mean toots?
Jack: No! Look in the toilet!
Me: Oh, you have a little diarrhea, does your tummy hurt.
Jack: Nope, just gasoline.